Charlie Handsome - Bruh... lyrics

[Intro] Bruh... Bruh... LD Bruh A.K.A. stem cells [Verse 1: Lil Dicky] 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 b**hes 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 mothaf**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 f** 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 b**hes 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 b**hes and f** with the spitting Religous like a couple of post-marital Christians I've been official, Dick Bevetta a living You better dig it like you b**hes got a mill in the ditch I'm k**ing this sh** I been kicking like a villainous ninja My sh** is gripping when I run it how the f** I be slippin 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 sh**, I'm just playing But still nobody f**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 f** with me I got a couple hundred b**hes doing d** with me And I got a couple dozen b**hes tryna hug Dicky And I got a couple b**hes who be steady f**ing 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**ing with them jeans love them b**hes 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**hes, 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 sh** 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**hes 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 sh** I do on the track? Hot sh** like I poop in the jacket Won't mack your b**h but yo I'm bout to come and mack your clique Your whole friend group f**ing with Dick (no hetero) I yawn when I hear these motherf**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, motherf** your crew These b**hes going Adolf, tryna f** this Jew I'm too nice like a motherf**er that fell in love with a boo Twice as in double as f**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 f** him and someone tell him, “Listen You bugging, she never f**in' a pedestrian muggle like you So why all the trouble?”, but he rebu*tal 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 sh** is still a hobby It's too bad b**hes sleeping on me threesome Cause now these b**hes 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 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 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 Pane me your rain, fallin' Quicker than Aladdin for his dame Are you better than me? 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