歌手:Lil Dicky
专辑:《Professional Rapper》

Bruh, bruh, bruh
LD, aka stem cells
[Verse 1: Lil *************y]
Everybody know the cat like a **** meme
I got em' buzzing off the crack like a **** fiend
They saw 'em come up with a Mac, yeah, I'm so Steve
Nowadays, ******* 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******* 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 *************
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 ******* 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 ******* and ************* with the spitting
Religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
I've been official, ************* Bevetta a living
You better dig it like you ******* got a mill in the ditch
I'm killing this *************t I been kicking like a villainous ninja
My *************t 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 *************t, I'm just playing
But still nobody ******g 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 ******* doing drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen ******* tryna hug *************y
And I got a couple ******* who be steady ******g 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 ******g with them jeans, love them ******* 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 *******, 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 *************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 ******* 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 *************t I do on the track?
Hot *************t, like I poop in the jacket
Won't mack your *************, but yo, I'm bout to come and mack your clique
Your whole friend group ******g with ************* (no hetero)
I yawn when I hear these mother*******s 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************* your crew
These ******* going Adolf, tryna ************* this Jew
I'm too nice, like a mother******* 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 ******g 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, *************t is still a hobby
It's too bad ******* sleeping on me, threesome
'Cause now these ******* 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 c******s
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?
[Outro]
Bruh