| I like to play it cool like I’m not that
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| On the low, who’d assume that I got that
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| I don’t know, but the dude with the tall frappe
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| Looking all aloof being all that
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| Even Babe Ruth wouldn’t call that
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| I don’t even sweat it though
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| They been hesitant as if my credit low
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| And shit’ll hit them quicker than an edible
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| I’m 'bout to run for Senate ho, you ain’t even centerfold
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| Been on top of cheese, I ain’t talking 'bout oregano
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| I’m talking 'bout your cheddar homie, revel in that
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| I’ll hit a college and I’m fucked, like I’m pledging a frat
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| They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
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| Estoy contento, muy estupendo
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| Better hearse word to rent-a-car, Dicky Tony K
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| Y’all the Le Batard speaking to you lames, that’s a seminar
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| I’m straight like a pleasant bar, ain’t nobody ready for my repertoire
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| I wasn’t getting credit like a debit card
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| But never mind, had to give them time to adapt
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| I’m kind of like a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap
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| Just try it as that
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| You rappers Rebel Wilson’s vagina, you stank!
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| I take it back, I don’t know that ho
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| And bro they used to
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| Look around the boy, wouldn’t raised they head
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| Now they looking at the boy like the main event
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| He don’t even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
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| How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack
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| We like «Who knew, who knew?»
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| Used to look at me like «who you, who you?»
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| Now they look at me like «Who knew, who knew?»
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| Now it’s Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?
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| Now they look at me like
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| I am hip-hop Heisenberg
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| Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
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| I am rap game Walter White
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| You might get killed thinking that he all polite
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| Buzz around the city, coming out of Philly
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| I’m about to get a milli, being me that’s word to milli
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| I’m looking super silly, but cooking like at Chili’s
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| You look at me like «Really?"but I look at you like «Who that?»
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| Oh you new here, I’m the bomb
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| Ok I’m Lebron, ok I’m the one
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| Ok all that shit confusing that’s a quandry
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| What you call a pussy with a movement, that’s a Ghandi
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| I’m tryna get better but science preventing
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| Because I’m undeniably clever, the highest of levels
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| I’m high in a sweater but rhyming like I’m lying in pepper
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| Don’t mind the endeavor, I bet I do better than veterans
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| Cheddaring, let him on Letterman
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| Get him on L and I’m on, boy
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| I think I need a therapist the way I get in my dome
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| Doing D like they was Syracuse, when they up in they zone
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| Used to load it on chrome, now I really ball
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| Living like a fucking letter man, never mailing the song
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| Though the dime flow rubbing combos in Tom’s shoes
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| With blonde hoes getting Peyton like the Broncos
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| I’m on ho, vanilla looking but the rest of y’all the John Does
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| It’s pretty odd bro, cause they used to
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| Look around the boy, wouldn’t raised they head
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| Now they looking at the boy like the main event
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| He don’t even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
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| How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack
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| We like «Who knew, who knew?»
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| Used to look at me like «who you, who you?»
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| Now they look at me like «Who knew, who knew?»
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| Now it’s Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?
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| Now they look at me like
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| I am hip-hop Heisenberg
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| Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
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| I am rap game Walter White
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| You might get killed thinking that he all polite
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| Get up off my dick, ho
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| That’s an unassuming dick, though
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| Get up off my dick, ho
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| That’s an unassuming dick, though
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| («Who knew, who knew?»
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| Used to look at me like «Who you, who you? |
| «)
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| Get up off my dick, ho
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| That’s an unassuming dick, though
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| (Now they look at me like «Who knew, who knew?»
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| Now it’s Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?)
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| Get up off my dick, ho
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| That’s an unassuming dick, though |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Knew , by - Lil Dicky. Song from the album Professional Rapper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп