Chords for Lil Dicky - ...Bruh (Better Lyrics)

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Bruh, bruh, L-G, bruh, AKA Stem Cell
[Bb] [B] Everybody know the cat like a dome meme [N] I got him buzzin' up the crack like a dolphin
They saw him come up with a Mackie, I'm so Steve Nowadays bitches try and crack, got him OD'ing
Like how them hoes wanna get it with L They know it's cold enough to charge like a little miss L
If they gon' stand behind them bars, I'm in federal jail I'm goin' far like a general mail
On that note, I got the fellas sayin' what up, Tay, what up?
I'm like the same motherfucker playin' with a state cutter I'm great, shut up, the flow ain't no debate
Just cuss, I'm out of shape, but I'm straight, fuck Hey, you know I got a chicken in [B] the condo
I was sick [Ab] of gettin' off beat, she a bongo Now she playin' with the hard D, bein' Rondo
Girl can go inside her R-Suite like a strong ball How I'ma do it?
I got your ex comin' next like a W-Duke
I gotta flex, I'm the [Eb] best, now I'm bein' the wreck I'm unimpressed by these [N] bitches that I see in the cracks
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleanin' the mess Cause they is real when they rappin' with Cheers and Peck
And they all new stocks plummet Men's leg hair, they ain't cut it
Forget about [E] your era, past summit Finesse, Ritz, I wanna get a hundred bitches
I fuck with the [A] spittin' religious like a couple of post-marital Christians
I beneficial, think we're better than living You [N] better dig it like you bitches got a million to ditch
And I'm killin' this shit, I be kickin' like a villain is thinkin'
My shit is grippin' when I find out how the fuck I be slippin'
I be in it with them hoes, she never flummoxed I take chick, Pee and smash, I call her hummus
And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playin' There's still nobody fuckin' with the kid, I'm [G] just sayin'
Got a chick in Parma on a date, it seem But I don't even know the broad, she just gratin' the cheese
[N] I don't even got a job, I just blazin' free But still they get a boy, bands 98 degrees
So come fuck with me, I got a couple hundred bitches doin' drugs with me
And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug with me
And I got a couple bitches, they be steady fuckin' 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 talk milder than a year
I'ma bend over Michelle Obama, bro, you know I gotta do it while I'm hot
I'm tryna get blue in most states, but you a rot
I'm tryna show up with the last name of the rock
And put an R&B to it, yo, J-Y
I never hit the scene when I do him how I'm wasted
I'm fuckin' with them jeans, love them bitches how I wasted
[G] I wanna run your team, you a player, but I'm Nate Smith
And I command V, while you copy, I just paste it, face [N] it
Hotel got him puffin' on the L, goin' harder than some hell you ain't knowin'
If everybody had to tell the [G] truth and you had to pick a [Ab] dude
Spittin' better than you do, can't do it
Tellin' 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 salt
[N] Hold up, the shit I'm makin' is always tight, it's like a yoke store
They all up in the other boat, that's why I'm overboard
I'm takin' time to do it right, it's like a soda pour
Cause we ain't lovin' all you bitches like we spoke before
Stans packin' the bandwagon, the man crackin' the man
Packin' the stans, had him clappin', they hands taggin' they grams
Manhattan was hand-slappin', the stans playin', havin' the plans
Fans rappin', the stans taggin' my pants
You see the type of shit I do on the track?
Hot shit like I poop in a jacket, won't mack your bitch
But you're about to come and mack your clique, your whole friend group fuckin' with dick
I yawn when I hear these motherfuckers on the radio
They ball all retarded, you be good enough for radio
I long for the moment I can stay, it's not debatable, I'm past that
I wonder who appreciate it like a Snapchat, handflap
Duck the dude, I'm goin' hard for the climb
But I type this move, I'm A1 with the rhymes
Motherfuck your crew, these bitches goin' 8-darts, tryna fuck, be a Jew
I'm too nice like a motherfucker that fell in love with a boo
Twice as indouble, as fuckable [G] as he was
And dude tries to be subtle and get her cuddling
Vending her truffles and getting her truffles and ending up a [Bm] photo
When she don't fuck him and [Gm] someone tell him, listen, you buggin'
She never fuckin' a [E] pedestrian mugga like you, so I outta trouble
But he rebuttal with, I think I just love her
So I would shut her at the thought of being anything other than nice
[Bb] Heat bang like a potter body
It wasn't even [Eb] deep, damn shit, it's [D] Father Hobby
It's too bad, bitch, it's leavin' [Ab] on me threesome
Cause now these bitches wanna help and he don't need none
I'm all-time like the wall to bed, you no shot like you [A] drawin' a blank
Honestly, you probably [Dm] couldn't hang, man, I've been [N] drawing the blank
Giving you lines while you sitting there and drawing the blank
So go on a break, chillin' like a stone in the bank
And I'm flowing dangerous and I'm growing, never blowing
This stack of cannabis gone, rappin' pro and smackin'
The hoes, rappers are showing their total package
[B] Like my plastered is flowing, fat as some loan
Crack a dab, a rapper act to keep going, yeah, the rapping's a rap
I know you rappers napping, don't know it, listen, yeah
Get a bit of panic tapping on the window, it's a real accurate metaphor
And what you have in the store [N] when I be snapping, I mean it
Splashing on the pay, me and Rafe on the quicker than a Latin boy's aim
Are you better than me?
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