Lil Dicky - All K lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dicky] Yeah Eh this gon' be the sh** that when motherf**ers hear it They gon' be like 'Damn, that dude can rap' Know what I'm saying? Like, like, like, like [Verse 1: Lil Dicky] Look, I'm the man bro Iont really care what the f** you think Steak look rare but I grub dat pink And the grundle stink And I bump N-sync Don't s** dick, but I blow dat good Don't want sh** but a ho that would Lemme hold dat, bend and fold that Get a Kodak, cowboy, Jerry Jones dat, lemme own that Word... f** that girl Jew got hair, never cut them curls Truth or dare with a cute au paire Get a room to share, hit a boom, Pat Burrell Spit dat turd, das dat sh** Gotcha girl up on ma dick I'm bout to s**m up on dem hips Don't wanna murder us a kid Oh sh**... whatchu say Don'tchu do this erry day? Don'tchu usually go with double meat when you eat chipotle Don't your crew lack someone black, but you want one to hang no slave And I heard your boo got so much back like she bangin' that Notre Dame clock Faded tho. f**in b**hes you'd label undateable Missing birthdays, hay belated brah Naked out in san fran on that rooftop I got tan cans, no tube top Cause I'm the maf**an man goddamn, And these maf**as b**hes full a sh** like zoo mops so [Hook: Lil Dicky] Look, you can do it, you can say it I been through it, you can play it Yea I'm j**ish, so I'm praying das yo boo cause I'm a take her. Dinner at the crib, feedin kobe like a laker You know what it is, I'm a maf**an K-I-K-E You don't play wanna play D Goin down low on ya dame Getcha maf**in weight up You can find a cracker getting paid like a sedar All day Word up All K [Verse 2: Lil Dicky] Whoa, afikoman in a flow, das a pro Whatchu know bout dicky creamin up in hoes No ho ho Whatchu know about a balla Born and raised on the kaballah Tryna make a dollar, until I'm cakin and stackin challa I'm hollerin atcha daughter like when the f** you tryna get it Dat vagina fitted custom for humpin dis little dicky Puffin' sticky while she bangin' on my wood Superstitious, p**y good Cooter vicious, within a minute I finished But I ain't trippin off no quick nut And no pain in the bu*t, ma sh**'s tough And ma dick's s**ed, and yo dick s**s But real talk I could never give an inch up We tippin cups in the strip club, no flip cup With a fit bu*t rubbin on my Nike zip up No whisenhunt, but them bad b**hes get cut Gotta get up so the dick tucked What the f** you doin This that heavy f**in flow Word to pads Wearing out a lotta boxes on the road Word to plaid And I gotta have my pops no cereal Das word to dad Watching Breaking Bad, f**ing with' Hank and sippin tab boi. [Hook] [Outro: Lil Dicky] Yeah, I'm saying If they can say the N word I sure as f** can say Kike Do something about it, p**y