Lyrics:
Everyone loves Dick Van Dyke
He's the man who acts and sings
Apparently he's been in lots
And lots and lots of things
But apart from Mary Poppins
Van Dyke Parks is on the phone
I try to be cool, but my thoughts won't leave me alone,
I think that what kind of world is this we're in,
Where you
long for where I really want to be
Oh I wish I was there tonight on Jost Van Dyke
Sipping on some Foxy's Firewater rum
Or kickin' back with Ivan
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Niggas knows the deal we clap hammers and shit
Bitches love us but niggas can't stand the clique
And dyke women, these motherfuckers running off emotions
Gorilla grip with the Peter Pan tights
I been tryna get it popping like Dick Van Dyke
Bitch really think that she gone spend the night
Said ya Uber
old news flash
From light years ago
Van Dyke's on the slide trombone
Through the smoke of the party room
Your teeth like the ivory coast
Start
armen van d'r knife ey
Feministisch want ze is een domme dyke ey
Ze wil me wiepen dus ik zei okay bitch
De volgende ochtend dan krijg je geen koffie
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
a choppa that come with a sight
Better go turn off your lights
I got a choppa that come with a dick
Hang with a whole lot of dykes
Grab on my body, she
Alright, might as well swell up like Allmight
Give you the Dick Van Dyke
Dick in the dirt, in a van, dike driving
I fear my ego like Mike Tyson
Chew through
past this light, just past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
(yeah) pull up with white on me like
I’m Damn Daniel with Vans (Damn Daniel)
My dick as long as the beak
On face of Toucan Sam, uh
No Frooty Loop, bitch do
old news flash
From light years ago
Van Dyke's on the slide trombone
Through the smoke of the party room
Your teeth like the Ivory Coast
Start
van dyke
Van dyke with a bag of ice
I won't tell no lies
No more secrets
No exceptions
No extra dealing
I'll put it up
I'll tell the world but before
a bea style like Van dyke
Me can defend that
Put your hands in the air
Let the badman know say
Me come like a fire
Put your hands in the air
Me no need no
La tua fede è un offesa a Cristo
E non piangere perché ti disso
Nella tua storia di insta crack
Crack
Dove balli come Dike van dyke
Dike van dyke
Nella
again, whit van with the hitta
Feel like Damn Daniel, it's never ending
Back at it again, whit van with the hitta
Ain't talkin' bout shoes, Vans
milk crates, blaow
It's Swifty from the 313
Like I said, no one is iller than me, uh
Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' down Van Dyke
Get my dick
digress
Dylan Dylan Dylan
In the flesh
But I'm not the shit
I'm diarrhea
Diaper Dandy
Who's on dialysis
The diners open
I'm far from Norm
Dyke Van Dick
Dick
I'm getting flashbacks to prom
Out in Chad Van Dyke's bush
Oh, weren't we all once that young
Before the clockhands took what they took
But my hands
back
And keep the fools needing water
Like a Kool Aid pack
Damn nice, damn right from Van Dyke
Buffalo these broads like the
Bottom of Air Nikes got em
because I’m rich rich (brr)
I dunno, man
Pull up in the van, LAX to Japan (konichiwa)
Fuck an anime bitch, say hi to DBangz (thick)
Go up to Venice, skate
All my niggas moving like some dyke's because they keep a strap
Never been the type to chill niggas all they do is cap
Lying bout they life to get some
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