Lil Dicky - Hot 1079 Philly: "Uptown" freestyle lyrics

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Lil Dicky - Hot 1079 Philly: "Uptown" freestyle lyrics

(Beat is "Uptown" by Drake) [Freestyle starts at 3:20] We could start with the rap Flowing like mars like art is a gap Gone my my callers, dogs with a chat [?] Big dogs Missed calls A lot of mother f**ers in the league know L And I just had brunch, when I'm eating, no L [?] And I just got f**ed and s**ed by a dumb s*ut Usually I like 'em Ivy league, oh well Summer camp, I've been going HAM Young man with that chopper That's right, fool, I like movies [?] I'm going HAM for that Oscar I'm way far from their radar, like they know I'm coming, that's doppler They're boring to me, that's opera I'm scoring beauties like soccer Me and Jonah Hill smoked, then we talk sh** 'bout how the rest of y'all blow Then we take a dip up in his pool, pretty cool, not the pool, sh** is hot, just the view from the spot, sh** is hot, bunch of blonde b**hes laughing all night Me and Busta Rhymes meet in Venice for a bite Talked some sh** about the comedy scene "That sh** is so light", he tell me Can't disagree, "get it right", he tell me I mean... I thought by now he could see that I'm witty Down in LA, I've been running the city Ask anybody in music and film, "who got next in this b**h?", and they all saying "Dicky" I just do it like there's nothing to it Life gettin' pretty sweet like I fondue it I'm k**ing b**hes in my lane on some T Stewart And I've been scoring prevent yeah the dime blew it I'm the man, bro Ion't really care what the f** you think And my steak look rare, but I grub that pink And the grundle stink And I bump NSYNC Don't s** dick, but I blow that good Don't want sh**, but a ho that would Lemme hold that, ben and fold that Get a Kodak, cowboy, Jerry Jones that, lemme own that f** that girl I got hair, never cut them curls And it's truth or dare, with a cute au pair Get a room to share, hit a boom Pat Burrell Spit that turd, that's that sh** Yo girl up on my dick I'm 'bout to s**m up on them hips Don't want to murder us a kid Oh sh** What you say? Don't you do this everyday? Don't you usually go with double meat when you eat Chipotle? Don't your crew lack someone black, but you want one to hang? No slave I heard your boo got so much back, she bangin' that Notre Dame clock I'm faded, tho f**ing b**hes you'd label undatable Missing birthdays, ay belated, bruh Naked out in San Fran on that roof top Tan cans, no tube top I'm the mother f**ing man, god damn, and these mother f**er b**hes full of sh** like zoo mops