K-pop Lyrics

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 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 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
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
Religous like a couple of post-marital Christians
I've been official Dick Bevetta 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
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 chick p 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