Bruh... Lyrics - Professional Rapper - Lil Dicky

Bruh... 

Bruh... 

LD 

Bruh 

A.K.A. stem cells 

Errybody know the cat like a dope meme 

I got 'em buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend 

They saw 'em come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve 

Nowadays bitches trying 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 mothafucker 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 fuck 

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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 Strongbow 

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 bitches 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 Summitt 

Finesse writtens 

I wanna get a hundred bitches and fuck with the spitting 

Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians 

I've been official, Dick Bavetta a living 

You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch 

I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja 

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My shit is gripping when I run it how the fuck I be slippin? 

I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed 

I take chickpea and smash, I call it hummus 

And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing 

But still nobody fucking 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 fuck with me 

I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me 

And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky 

And I got a couple bitches who be steady fucking me 

Hey, that's a good ass life 

Only thing I got left find a good ass 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 fucking with them jeans love them bitches 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 bitches, 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 shit 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 bitches 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 havin' the plan 

Fans rapping the jams, sagging my pants 

You see the type of shit I do on the track? 

Hot shit like I poop in the jacket 

Won't mack your bitch but yo I'm bout to come and mack your clique 

Your whole friend group fucking with Dick (no hetero) 

I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers 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 snapchat 

Affleck, dunk the dude, I'm going hard for the grind but I tuck this move 

I made war with the rhymes, motherfuck your crew 

These bitches going Adolf, tryna fuck this Jew 

I'm too nice like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo 

Twice as in double as fuckable 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 fuck him and someone tell him listen 

You bugging she never fucking 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 shit is still a hobby 

It's too bad bitches sleeping on me threesome 

'Cause now these bitches 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 goin 

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, fallin 

Quicker than Aladdin's first name 

Are you better than me? 

Bruh