Roc Marciano - Bruh Man lyrics

rate me

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 soaré, 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