[00:00.00] 作词 : David Burd/Charlie Handsome
[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Burd/Charlie Handsome
[00:02:00]Bruh, bruh, bruh
[00:05:00]LD, aka stem cells
[00:08:00][Verse 1: Lil Dicky's sexy]
[00:09:00]Everybody know the cat like a dick meme
[00:11:00]I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dick fiend
[00:13:00]They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
[00:15:00]Nowadays, niggas tryna crack, got 'em ODing
[00:17:00]Like, how them hoes want to get it with L?
[00:19:00]They know it's cold enough to charge, like a letterman sale
[00:21:00]If they gon' stand behind the bars, I'm in federal jail
[00:24:00]I'm going far like a general male
[00:26:00]On that note, I got the fellas saying "What up," the tape, what up?
[00:28:00]The same mother****er playing with his steak cut up
[00:31:00]I'm great, shut up, the flowing, no debate, just us
[00:33:00]I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to ****ing
[00:35:00]Yeah, you know I got a chicken in the condo
[00:37:00]I was sick of getting off beat, she a bongo
[00:39:00]Now she playing with the hard D, being Rondo
[00:41:00]Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow
[00:43:00]How I'ma do?
[00:44:00]I got your ex coming next like a W do
[00:46:00]I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm being direct
[00:49:00]I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
[00:51:00]I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
[00:53:00]Cause they as real when they rap as a Chia's a pet
[00:55:00]They old news, stocks plummet, men's leg hair, they ain't cut it
[00:59:00]Forget about your era, Pat Summitt
[01:00:00]Finesse writtens
[01:01:00]I wanna get a hundred bitches and **** with the spitting
[01:03:00]Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
[01:06:00]I've been official, bitch Bevetta a living
[01:07:00]You better dig it like you ****ing got a mill in the ditch
[01:09:00]I'm killing this bitch, I been kicking like a villainous ninja
[01:11:00]My bitches is gripping when I run it, how the **** I be slipping?
[01:14:00]I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed
[01:16:00]I take chick, pee, and smash, I call it hummus
[01:18:00]And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing
[01:20:00]But still nobody ****ing with the kid, I'm just saying, ah
[01:23:00]Got a chicken parm on the date, it seem
[01:25:00]But I don't even know the broad, she just grating the cheese
[01:27:00]I don't even got a job, I just blaze and free
[01:29:00]But still they give a boy bands, 98 Degrees
[01:32:00]So come **** with me
[01:33:00]I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me
[01:35:00]And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dick
[01:37:00]And I got a couple bitches who be steady ****ing me
[01:39:00]Hey, that's a good ass life
[01:41:00]Only thing I got left, find a good ass wife
[01:43:00]But yo, I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom
[01:45:00]But in a year I'ma bend over Michelle Obama
[01:47:00]Bruh, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot
[01:49:00]I'm tryna get blew in most states, like Barack
[01:52:00]I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock
[01:54:00]And put her on D till we O, J Watt
[01:56:00]I never hit the scene, when I do, I'm high and wasted
[01:58:00]I'm ****ing with them jeans, love them bitches high waisted
[02:00:00]I run around your team, you a player but I'm Naismith
[02:03:00]And I Command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face it
[02:07:00]Hotel got 'em puffing on the L, going harder than some hell, you ain't knew it
[02:10:00]If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude [02:13:00]spitting better than your dude, can't do it
[02:15:00]Telling me, damn, you got bitches, damn, you got hoes
[02:17:00]Damn, you got money, but damn, I got flow
[02:19:00]Damn, you got riches, damn, you got clothes
[02:21:00]Damn, you got honeys, but damn, I got soul, hold up
[02:24:00]This shit I'm making's always tight, it's like a yoga store
[02:26:00]They all up in the other boat, it's why I'm overboard
[02:28:00]I'm taking time to do it right, it's like a soda pour
[02:30:00]Cause we ain't loving all you bitches like we spoken for
[02:33:00]Damn, packing the van, wagging the man, cracking the ma'am
[02:36:00]Packing the stands, had them clapping they hands
[02:37:00]Tagging they Grams, Manhattan was ham
[02:39:00]Slapping the fans, playing having the plan
[02:41:00]Fans rapping the jams, sagging my pants
[02:43:00]You see the type of shit I do on the track?
[02:44:00]Hot shit, like I poop in the jacket
[02:46:00]Won't mack your bitch, but yo, I'm bout to come and mack your clique
[02:49:00]Your whole friend group ****ing with bitches (no hetero)
[02:51:00]I yawn when I hear these mother****ers on the radio
[02:53:00]They ball all retarded, Cuba Gooding up in radio
[02:55:00]I long for the moment I can say that's not debatable
[02:58:00]I'm past that, I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat
[03:01:00]Aflac, duck the dude, I'm going hard for the grind, but I tuck this move
[03:04:00]I made war with the rhymes, mother****er your crew
[03:07:00]These bitches going Adolf, tryna **** this Jew
[03:09:00]I'm too nice, like a mother****er that fell in love with a boo twice
[03:12:00]As in double as ****able as he was and dude tries
[03:14:00]To be subtle and get her cuddling
[03:16:00]Venting her troubles and getting her truffles
[03:18:00]And ending up befuddled when she don't **** him
[03:19:00]And someone tell him, “Listen, you bugging
[03:20:00]She never ****ing a pedestrian muggle like you
[03:22:00]So why all the trouble?” but he rebuttal with
[03:24:00]"I think I just love her, so I would shudder at the thought
[03:27:00]Of being anything other than nice?" (I’m that nice)
[03:28:00]Peeping like a Port-A-Potty
[03:30:00]It wasn't even deep, dang, that shit is still a hobby
[03:32:00]It's too bad mother****ers sleeping on me, threesome
[03:34:00]'Cause now these ****ers want to help, but he don't need none
[03:36:00]I'm all time, like the Wall at the Bank
[03:38:00]You've no shot, like you drawing a blank
[03:40:00]Honestly, you probably couldn't hang, man, I've been drawing a blank
[03:43:00]Giving you lines, while you sitting there and drawing a blank
[03:45:00]So go in the rink, chilling Like It’s dough In the bank
[03:47:00]And I’m flowing danker than a grower in Napa
[03:49:00]Growing the stankest clitoris
[03:50:00]Doing rap and pro-est smacking the hoe-est rappers
[03:52:00]And showing the total package, like my flaccid is growing fatter
[03:54:00]Samoan cracker, dapper rapper, had to keep going
[03:57:00]Yeah, that rap is a rap, I know you rappers napping, don't know it
[03:59:00]There’s a dagger pita pappa-tapping on the window
[04:01:00]It’s a real accurate metaphor of what you having in store
[04:03:00]And I be snapping, I mean I be spla*************ng on the - pane me your rain
[04:06:00]Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame
[04:07:00]Are you better than me?
[04:09:00][Outro]
[04:10:00]Bruh

作词 : David Burd/Charlie Handsome
作曲 : David Burd/Charlie Handsome
Bruh, bruh, bruh
LD, aka stem cells
Everybody know the cat like a dick meme
I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dick fiend
They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
Nowadays, niggas 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 male
On that note, I got the fellas saying "What up," the tape, what up?
The same mother****er 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 ****ing
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'ma 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 Chia's 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 **** with the spitting
Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
I've been official, bitch Bevetta a living
You better dig it like you ****ing got a mill in the ditch
I'm killing this bitch, I been kicking like a villainous ninja
My bitches is gripping when I run it, how the **** I be slipping?
I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed
I take chick, pee, and smash, I call it hummus
And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing
But still nobody ****ing 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 **** with me
I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dick
And I got a couple bitches who be steady ****ing 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'ma bend over Michelle Obama
Bruh, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot
I'm tryna get blew 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 ****ing 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 got 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 having 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 ****ing with bitches (no hetero)
I yawn when I hear these mother****ers 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
Aflac, duck the dude, I'm going hard for the grind, but I tuck this move
I made war with the rhymes, mother****er your crew
These bitches going Adolf, tryna **** this Jew
I'm too nice, like a mother****er that fell in love with a boo twice
As in double as ****able as he was and dude tries
To be subtle and get her cuddling
Venting her troubles and getting her truffles
And ending up befuddled when she don't **** him
And someone tell him, “Listen, you bugging
She never ****ing a pedestrian muggle 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?" (I’m that nice)
Peeping like a Port-A-Potty
It wasn't even deep, dang, that shit is still a hobby
It's too bad mother****ers sleeping on me, threesome
'Cause now these ****ers 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 It’s dough In the bank
And I’m flowing danker than a grower in Napa
Growing the stankest clitoris
Doing rap and pro-est smacking the hoe-est 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 spla*************ng on the - pane me your rain
Falling quicker than Aladdin for his dame
Are you better than me?
Bruh