Roc Marciano - Bruh Man текст песни

Crash beamers get my slacks out the cleaners
My queen don't even speak english/
Watches on arms, rings on fingers
The notes play like Coltrane and Mingus/
If you can't play the game wing it
Remember, lead singers need wingman
smooth as Luther Ingram/
Ordaine, shoot game strain
Eddie cane's pain, heavy chain, sex, cocaine
A fresh chest pain/
Dress plain, cribble white planes, my life's changed
Polite ways, nice waves, white slaves/
My Nikes' is like the ice age, icecapades
I rocked the Isaac Hayes shades, it was a phase/
The legacy, the flesh of the MCs' delicacy
I delicately, squeeze shots from Celica-seat/
I'm like Denzel in a Pelican Brief
The Porsche is yellow like american cheese/
Please, my taste in women is like Sade
We left the soare, the jaguar's grey
The caviar's great, swipe the black card/
4.6, come with the crash bar
Seats are white like terry bradshaw/

It's a tough bizness, ducking the sinners
Hustlers sinners, crushing the fetish
Touchin spinach bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin
Bruh man nigga chillin,
It's a tough bizness, ducking the sentence
Hustlers sinners, crushing the fetish
Touch spinach bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin

Bruh man nigga chillin,

Water whippin work, whip the firt
Twist purp, hit em where it hurt
And hunned dollar syrup
Bitches flirt, I can cop, third shit burk
Benzes with the scurp, rubber get burnt
Ducking 5 0 po, tae bo, eyes low
Keep the 45 by the thigh bone
Smell socks, locks, tip the bell hop
Checkses in the mail box
Used to sell rocks
Flex the gators with the petrified eye
Accessorize neck, ties cough link rough minks
Just think, I could knock your buzzed just with one blink
Cause they nothing sweet, bucking heat
Hookers rub feet
Hoes we never cuff em let em run free
Close shit is custom, we run things, things don't run we
Crocodile down dundee, it was a done dee
Hoes off the tummy, o got dumb g

It's a tough bizness, ducking the sinners
Hustlers sinners, crushing the fetish
Touch bizness bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin
Bruh man nigga chillin,
It's a tough bizness, ducking the sinners
Hustlers sinners, crushing the fetish
Touch bizness bruh man, nigga chillin, nigga chillin
Bruh man nigga chillin.


Thanks to Bacon for correcting these lyrics