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Die Antwoord

Genres: Hip-Hop

Xp€n$iv $h1t Lyrics - Die Antwoord

Mmmh, you smell that? 

You know what that smell is 

That's right... it's money 

Go ahead... rub your dick on that shit 

 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my dick on expensive shit 

 

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Yo, told my daddy I was gonna grow up to be 

A superstar rapper making big money 

Know what I mean, girl? 

But my daddy told me I was living in a dream world 

If I said "Yes, dad" I wouldn't have my ZEF swag 

Or fly around the whole fucking world getting jet-lag 

Getting bitten by the ZEF bug, it's the best drug 

If I played it safe I would've never made it ever 

Now every day in every way I get a little ZEFfer 

No matter what you smoke you'll never get as high as me 

It's like a fat "Fuck you!" when these naaiers see 

My big billboard up in NYC 

Don't you wish your boyfriend was ZEF like me? 

I'm the motherfucking greatest, suckers love to hate us 

But I make these bitches submissive 'cause I'm a dominator 

I'm mad musical, my rhymes are the tightest 

That's why I tap beautiful designer vaginas 

 

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I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my laaney totti op watokal 

 

Big money 

Big money 

Big money 

Make my dreams come true 

 

Baby I'm a angel, sent from the dark side 

Took my brush-cut to the next with peroxide 

"Oh my God, that's such a fresh switch" 

Ja whatever, just don't touch the hair, bitch 

Everybody's crying saying "Hip-hop's dead" 

'Till a white South African hip-hop head 

Pops up on the scene saying "It's not dead! 

I'm here! Can I get a fucking [Aah, yeah]?" 

Rappers lokking at me like I just crawled out the drain 

The underground got me bored out of my brain 

And this pop/rap bullshit all sound the same 

God help you if I call out your name 

From the dark side of the moon, I zoom out of the gloom 

Doom, doom, the room goes boom like a cartoon 

The dark raver has come, my mic-saber is on 

Turn and tell your friend: "Yo, this is my favourite song" 

 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my laaney totti op watokal 

 

Ooh, wat drink jy, Ninjie? 

I'm sipping Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

I'm sipping Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

Ooh lala, c'est si bon 

I'm sipping Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

I'm sipping Dom Perignon, Dom-Dom Perignon 

Ooh lala, c'est si bon 

...It's like a angel peed in my mouth! C'est si bon 

 

I saw your babe's new Gucci shades, so I stepped to her face 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw P. Diddy's caviar chilling backstage 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw your virgin galactic tickets to outer space 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw Hugh Hef's grilfriend's new boobs 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive tits 

I was at the waterfront saw a new Lambo 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw Snoop Dogg's long gold-plated bong 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw your mom's new Louis Vuitton leather handbag 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

I saw Lady Gaga's new telephone head 

And I rubbed my dick on expensive shit 

 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my dick on expensive shit 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my dick on expensive shit 

I rub my tsss on expensive aaah 

I rub my wang on expensive thangs 

It's like a dream come true, I'm living the dream, bru 

Rubbing my laaney totti op watokal 

 

Big money 

Big money 

Big money 

So so so so so sexy 

 

Big money 

Big money 

Big money 

Make my dreams come true 

Ou! 

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