Letra de Hearsay - Lil Dicky

Coming live from the stash house

Taking all of the trash out

High ceiling like Shaq's house

Every time that I rap now

They all want me to pay dues

Trap here like escape rooms

Heating up like it's late June

Stop believing the fake news (Huh, huh)

Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded

Why they do me foul now?

Fuck it, bucket, count it (And one, uh)

They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong

I'm rocking velour (Huh)

You not on a boat, well that doesn't matter

We going for shore

No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller

They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker

Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker

They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter

Wait, wait, wait

Prada bag, Gucci, Louis

And LB got a store

I don't care about no money, you can run all them jewels

Only plans that I have, get the coochie galore

Actually, I'm lookin' for love, but you know it now

In and out the back quick

They cannot see me like I'm backlit

Everybody told me I was batshit

Now they looking past like a has-been

Stay up in the back like an ad-lib

They ain't really cracking like a ChapStick lip

They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is

But I swing big, don't I?

Smoking marijuana

I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana

I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana

They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor

That would be

H-E-A-R-say

Why, that's hearsay

Mobbing with the gang

If you hating then it's fear-based

You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day

I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana

H-E-A-R-say

Why, that's hearsay

Mobbing with the gang

If you hating then it's fear-based

You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day

I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana

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