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
right now now
I wanna, I wanna fuck right now now
That's right
Brooke Candy
On the mike
I don't really give a fuck
I'ma dyke
You're a bitch!
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
thug or dyke
Ah yuh thesez niggas don't wanna fight yuh my diamondz shin
Like a light yuh you know I'm shin bright yuh
And she lovin my diamonds an my
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
any hopes of winning, kill you and your co-dependents
I don't sink, I flow from swimming, Candyman on hooks, you get it
Pantyman and Brooke can get it,
you mistook this for a song, look, this ain't a song
It's a warning to Brooke Hogan and David Cook
That the crook just took over, so book
Run as fast
ooit van je gehouden, maar ik kan niet van je houden vandaag
De gewicht van heel de wereld op m'n schouders, maar ik huil niet, ik draag
Vergeef me, ik
feestje
Catch my drift Gewoon rustig kalm geen drift In een auto en we driften nooit driftig
Op het dak van de wereld op de top van me kunnen scherpst
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
know
I be stunting, 100
Vans on, my-my pockets chunky (Stupid chunky)
Wh-white bitch, snap back
D dumb rich, with a tight ass
Kush-kush-kush up in
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
Annyira szorgalmas leszek!
Kegyelem!
Ha megjössz vég…
Bár megmondtam volna, hogy beteg voltam!
Azt hiszik, csak ennyi hangom van
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
Though the city's fun to visit for a beer
IN my van there ain't no shower and there' hardly any power
In the city these two things can mean a lot
In
foodstamps
My team'll get yo team, we'll see who shook
Once I pull this nine out
You gon need more shield then Brooke
Peace to my nigga Dice One and Illin ___
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