Testo Who Knew - Lil Dicky
Testo della canzone Who Knew (Lil Dicky), tratta dall'album Professional Rapper
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L-D, AKA the time traveler's wife
I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low, who'd assume that I got that?
I don't know but the dude with the tall frap
Looking all aloof, being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it though
They be hesitant as if my credit long
Shit'll hit 'em quicker than an edible
I'm 'bout to run for senate hoe, you don't even send a vote
Been on top of cheese, I ain't talking 'bout oregano
I'm talking 'bout the cheddar homie, revel in that
I'll hit a college and I'm fucked like I'm pledging a frat
They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
Estoy contento, muy estupendo
Better Hertz, where the rental car?
Diggy, Tony K, y'all are lebatards
Speaking to you lames, that's a seminar
I'm straight like a Pleasant bar
Ain't nobody ready for my repertoire
I wasn't getting credit like a debit card
But never mind, had to give 'em time to adapt
I'm kind of a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap
Just try it, it's dank
You rappers Rebel Wilson's vagina, you stank
I take it back, I don't know that ho, I'm broke
They used to look around, the boy wouldn't raise their head
Now they looking at the boy like the main event
He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one who coming with the crack?
We like "Who knew? Who knew?"
Used to look at me like "Who you? Who you?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew? Who knew?"
Now it's Diggy when it's "Who knew? Who knew?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew?"
I am hip-hop Heisenberg
The young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
I am rap game Walter White
You might get killed thinking that he off the light
Buzz around the city, coming out of Philly
I'm about to get a milli, being meek is word to Milli
I'm looking super silly, but cook it like a Chili's
You look at me like "Really?" but I look at you like "Who that?"
Oh, you new here? I'm the bomb
Okay, I'm Lebron, okay, I'm the one
Okay, all that shit confusing, that's a quandary
What you call a pussy with a movement? That's a Gandhi
I'm tryna get better but science prevent it
Because I'm undeniably clever, the highest of levels
I'm high in the sweater but rhyming like I'm lying in pepper
No minding endeavor, I bet I do better than veterans
Cheddar and let 'em on Letterman, get him on Ellen, I'm on
Boy, I think I need a therapist way I get in my dome
Doing D like they was Syracuse way they up in they zone
Used to load it on chrome, now I really ball
Living like a fucking Letterman, never mailing a song though
The Don flow, grubbing combos in Tom shoes with blonde hoes
Get 'em pay a ton like the Broncos, I'm on ho
Vanilla looking but the rest of y'all the John Does
It's pretty odd, bro
They used to look around, the boy wouldn't raise their head
Now they looking at the boy like the main event
He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one who coming with the crack?
We like "Who knew? Who knew?"
Used to look at me like "Who you? Who you?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew? Who knew?"
Now it's Diggy when it's "Who knew? Who knew?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew?"
I am hip-hop Heisenberg
The young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
I am rap game Walter White
You might get killed thinking that he off the light
Get up off my dick, ho
That's an unassuming dick though
Get up off my dick, ho
That's an unassuming dick though (Who knew? Who knew?)
Get up off my dick, ho (Used to look at me like "Who you? Who you?")
That's an unassuming dick though
Get up off my dick, ho (Now they look
At me like "Who knew? Who knew?")
That's an unassuming dick though (Now it's
Diggy when it's "Who knew? Who knew?")
Now they look at me like "Who knew? Who knew?"
Used to look at me like "Who you? Who you?"
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Writer(s): David Andrew Burd, Latrell Jaimz Boyd
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