[Intro: Joost & DJ Lucas]
Yeah
Let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, man, DJ (Yes)
Are we rolling? (Ehh)
Are we filming? (In Dutch we would say "Geld")
It's a movie (Like money)
[Verse: Joost & DJ Lucas]
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, uh, 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 custy grass just likе a painting of a landscape
And if I don't text shorty back she going on a rampage
Used to roll a dutch and use a paper as a band-aid
I don't know that cutsy's name but we got a secret handshake
Bitch I really talk 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
Flyers 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 mansplain
I just linked up with Aldo, got a life supply of Manscaped
And everything is possible, the whole world is manmade
Dj flipping something and I'm just flipping pancakes (Money)
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 just in Harajuku
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
[Outro: Joost & DJ Lucas]
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
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
