Yeah (let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk man DJ)
Yes, are we rolling?
Are we filming? (In Dutch, we would say geld)
It's a movie (like money)
I'm a DJ and the man rocking toe shoe's
I was just in Chinatown eating tofu
I got a fresh rack, but I'm an old dude
I don't fuck with myself either, but I sold goods
I mean like my ticket sales
I come from phishing mails
I come from windmills and like ditching trails
I come from a place you won't even understand with Google Translate
I don't fuck with hatespeech and I don’t understand trans hatе
Yeah, and I serve a cut sea grass it's like a painting of a landscape
And if I don't take Shorty back she going on a rampage
Used to roll a Dutch and use a paper as a bandage
I don't know the cutsy's name, but we got a secret handshake
Bitch I really top my talk but there's still so much I can't say
Shorty said she saw my music up on Joost Klein's fan page
Lies all around the town like I'm going on a campaign
Bitch I'm up I drink a water we don't even pop no champagne
Shorty just be quiet I got time I need to mess with
I just linked up with Aldo, got a life supply of masks, hey
And everything is possible, the whole world is manmade
Dj flipping something and I'm just flipping pancakes
Dat zijn pannenkoeken
Sta weer minstens op een festival
Kunnen ze geen ander boeken?
Vroeger droeg ik skinny jeans
Nu zijn het mannen broeken
But I'm just a Dutch guy, I was shitting, how did you cook?
Me and DJ Lucas, yeah we're twizzies on the beat
Not sipping on no zizzurp, no we're sipping on some tea
I might not look like it but we're sleeping on the streets
But now I'm with DJ and we bleepin' on that bleep bleep bleep bleep
Like, is that how you would say it?
Yeah, that's exactly how you say it Joost
What the fuck going on?
DJ, DJ, DJ, man
Klein
DJ
Paling
DJ
DJ
DJ
