Roc Marciano - Bruh Man lyrics

[Verse 1] Crash Beamers, get my slacks out the cleaners My queen don’t even speak English Watches on arms, rings on fingers Notes played like Coltrane and Mingus If you can’t play the game, wing it Remember Lee? The same as me, wing men, smooth as Luther Ingram Ordained, shoe game strained, Eddie Kane’s pain Heavy chain, s**, c**aine, a fresh chest pain Dress plain, clever, White Plains, my life’s changed Polite ways, nice waves, white slaves My Nikes is like the ice age, Ice Capades I rock the Issac Hayes shades, it was a phase The legacy, the flesh of an emcee is a delicacy I delicately squeeze shots from the celibacy I’m like Denzel in Pelican Brief The Porsche is yellow like American cheese (please) My taste in women’s like Sade, we left the soiree The Jaguar’s gray, the caviar’s great Swipe the black card, 4.6 come with the crash bar The seats is white like Terry Bradshaw [Hook] It’s a tough business, duckin’ the sentence Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish A dutch of spinach, bruh man, n***a chillin , n***a chillin’ Bruh man, n***a chillin’ It’s a tough business, duckin’ the sentence Hustlers, sinners, crushin’ the fiddish A dutch of spinach, bruh man, n***a chillin , n***a chillin’ Bruh man, n***a chillin’ [Verse 2] Water whippin’ work – whip the furt (merk) Twist purp, hit ‘em where it hurt $800 dollar shirt, b**hes flirt, I kick up dirt sh**, Bert, Benzes with the skirt, rubber get burnt Duckin’ 5-0, whoa, Tae Bo Eyes low, keep the .45 by the thigh bone Chanel socks, glocks, tip the bellhop Checks is in the mailbox, to think we used to sell rocks Flex the gators with the petrified eye Accessorize, neck ties, cuff links, rough minks Just think, I can knock your buzzard just with one blink ‘Cause it ain’t nothin’ sweet, buckin’ heat, hookers rub feet Hoes we never cuff ‘em, let ‘em run free The clothes? sh** is custom – we run things, things don’t run we Crocodiled-down, Dundee Yo, it’s a done D, hoes often tell me I got dumb Gs [Hook]