Lyrics:
What y'all really want
What BVD
Come on, surf or die
What's my name
BVD watch too much tv and live Next to NYC
One more time
Just like that song from
Creeps in slowly, who the King be
S, I, G, Leif
Yeah i'm comin' with the Van Damm Funk
Dumpin' your body inside of the canal punk
Yeah he just
Creeps in
to a boogie night
Like daft punk need one more time
One time for asain bitches
Black amd white take turn she switches
Fresa girl thats my main type
Palace in
exagger-ish-ion
Woop!
We gonna go a little daft in the punk
You don't have to get drunk
But you can if you want
'Cause I'm not your mother, sucker
Pack up my gear
gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked down
I don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punks
But I got time to smoke all
lighters (shoot)
Held by niggas wearing puffy shiny suits (ooh)
With some Daft Punk helmets and some hairs on they boots (ooh)
I'm uncouth (couth)
Eve in
Tecca, but I did it again
Boutta hop out of a Rarri, boutta hop in a Benz
Bitch, I'm not Jake Paul but we boutta box
You be running outta time so go check
said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me
shining son it shines in
No masks nothing to hide
Daft Punk baby one more time
She got other women crying
She got all these women crying
I no joke, yeah I
that is made many times that which aches in my mind
Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines
To put stakes against mine but I breaks them
It's on my lips
Channeling tantrums through self-afflicted adversity
Little more than twentieth century parody
Trying not to broaden educational
call me Tarzan
I'm in your head like Ben Carson
One more time like Daft Punk
Sleep em' like a damn bunk
Bitch I'm baked like T-Funk
This drink got me too
taking ecstasy
Hugh Hefner, know the secrets
Hip-hop keep 'em under the rug
I'm thinking under the mat
Trapped in the closet mF DOOM
Without being fed by
police have no suspects.
Now to the weather but first G tell 'em what time it is!"
I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin' it
No joke
the pad to the back crack house
Trailer trap blow the backs out... yeah, it’s loud
We flipped the packs out
Ain’t no Punks pull the Daft out
Still got
time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with
We are the L E the K I D
we are the palest pop band in history
We got inspired w didn't steal
The "around the world" with daft punk feel
Here's
understand it
Their kids gone and even reach a man yet
I try to free the hip
Hop when I rapping lines
But every time I try
It ends up being crime time
Go
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
wanna play my game
I don't want to stay the same
You just want to play around
Then you go and slam the door
You're not much of a punk, but more of a daft
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
(Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks)
(And now)
(The more dangerous)
Now there's multi styles in my possession, no question, I be
the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
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