Bruh... (Explicit)

Bruh... (兄弟) - Lil Dicky
Bruh
Bruh
LD
Bruh
A.K.A. stem cells
Errybody know the cat like a d**e meme
I got em' buzzing off the crack like a d**e fiend
They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve
Nowadays b**ches tryna crack got 'em ODing
Like how them hoes want to get it with L
They know it's cold enough to charge like a letterman sale
If they gon' stand behind the bars I'm in federal jail
I'm going far like a general mail
On that note I got the fellas saying what up the tape what up
The same mothaf**ker playing with his steak cut up
I'm great shut up the flowing no debate just us
I'm out of shape but I'm straight to f**k
Yeah you know I got a chicken in the condo
I was sick of getting off beat she a bongo
Now she playing with the hard d being rondo
Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a strong bow
How I'm'a do
I got your ex coming next like a w do
I gotta flex I'm the best now I'm being direct
I'm unimpressed by these b**ches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when they rap as a chias a pet
They old news stocks plummet men's leg hair they ain't cut it
Forget about your era pat sum mitt
Finesse writtens
I wanna get a hundred b**ches and f**k with the spitting
Religous like a couple of post marital Christians
I've been official d**k Beretta a living
You better dig it like you b**ches got a mill in the ditch
I'm killing this sh*t I been kicking like a villainous ninja
My sh*t is gripping when I run it how the f**k I be slipping
I be intimate with them hoes she never flummoxed
I take chick p and smash I call it hummus
And I be funny with this sh*t I'm just playing
But still nobody f**king with the kid I'm just saying
Ah got a chicken parm on the date it seem
But I don't even know the broad she just grating the cheese
I don't even got a job I just blaze and free
But still they give a boy bands 98 degrees
So come f**k with me
I got a couple hundred b**ches doing drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen b**ches tryna hug dicky
And I got a couple b**ches who be steady f**king me
Hey that's a good a** life
Only thing I got left find a good a** wife
But yo I gotta hit these hoes first don't tell mom
But in a year I'm'a bend over Michelle Obama
Bruh you know I gotta do it while I'm hot
I'm tryna get blue in most states like Barack
I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the rock
And put her on d till we o j watt
I never hit the scene when I do I'm high and wasted
I'm f**king with them jeans love them b**ches high waisted
I run around your team you a player but I'm Naismith
And I command v while you copy I just paste it face it
Hotel got 'em puffing on the l going harder than some hell
You ain't knew it
If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude
Spitting better than your dude can't do it
Telling me damn you got b**ches damn you got hoes
Damn you got money but damn I got flow
Damn you got riches damn you clothes
Damn you got honeys but damn I got soul
Hold up this sh*t I'm making's always tight it's like a yoga store
They all up in the other boat it's why I'm overboard
I'm taking time to do it right it's like a soda pour
'Cause we ain't loving all you b**ches like we spoken for
Damn packing the van wagging the man cracking the ma'am
Packing the stands had them clapping they hands
Tagging they 'grams Manhattan was ham
Slapping the fans playing having the plan
Fans rapping the jams sagging my pants
You see the type of sh*t I do on the track
Hot sh*t like I poop in the jacket
Won't Mack your b**ch but yo I'm bout to come and Mack your clique
Your whole friend group f**king with d**k no hetero
I yawn when I hear these motherf**kers on the radio
They ball all retarded cuba gooding up in radio
I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable
I'm past that I wonder who appreciate it like a snap chat
Affleck dunk the dude I'm going hard for the grind but I tuck this move
I made war with the rhymes motherf**k your crew
These b**ches going Adolf tryna f**k this Jew
I'm too nice like a motherf**ker that fell in love with a boo
Twice as in double as f**kable as he was
And dude tries to be subtle and get a cuddle
Venting the troubles and getting the truffles and ending up
Befuddled when she don't f**k him and someone tell him listen
You bugging she never f**king a pedestrian mother like you
So why all the trouble but he rebuttal with
I think I just love her so I would shudder at the thought
Of being anything other than nice
Peeping like a port a potty
It wasn't even deep dang sh*t is still a hobby
It's too bad b**ches sleeping on me threesome
'Cause now these b**ches want to help but he don't need none
I'm all time like the wall at the bank
You've no shot like you drawing a blank
Honestly you probably couldn't hang man
I've been drawing a blank
Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing a blank
So go in the rink chilling like stoning and banging
And I'm flowing danker than a grower in napa
Growing the stankist cannabis
Going rapping flowing smacking all these rappers
And showing the total package like my flaccid is growing fatter
Samoan cracker dapper rapper had to keep going
Yeah that rap is a rap I know you rappers napping don't know it
There's a dagger pita pappa tapping on the window
It's a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store
And I be snapping I mean I be splashing on the
Pay me your rain falling
Quicker than Aladdin's first name
Are you better than me
Bruh