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on smash - brain (lil dicky) lyrics

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[intro]
brain
i’m brain
i’m brain

[verse 1: brain]
brain f-ck a hood b-tch (sup, b-tch)
brain don’t give a single f-ck (no, no, no, never)
brain’ll look a grown man right up in his face
tell that man he should toughen up (knuck or buck)
brain f-ck a ant mound (it’s soft yo)
brain f-ck with cream cheese (the spread)
the brain f-ck with poppy seeds (texture)
the brain don’t even got a p-n-s
swin cash, balling like a b-tch
whoa, nelly, i’m the sh-t right now
library tryna get it in
tell that loud li’l b-tch pipe down

[chorus 1: brain]
brain got it on smash
brain got the club jumpin’
(brain got it on smash)
everyday i wake up, get money, count it up
do the math, brain about to buy a new d-ck
brain don’t really give a d-mn at all (aw nah)
lookin’ at your b-tch like d-mn, he wrong (him?)
lookin’ at your d-ck like d-mn, you soft
lookin’ at lebron james brain like what’s happenin’

[verse 2: lil d-cky and brain]
ayy, young l, big pimpin’, you can call me shawn
son of rappers, and i’m a b-tch
you can call me mom
hit me when you need that sh-t
lil d-cky like the john
jammin’ like lebron
ey, like the fonz, ey
yo, f-ckin’ her good, yeah
f-ckin’ her good, yeah
good as i could, yeah
good as i could, yeah
ay, look at my b-tch
look at her lips
look at her good hair
why my girl look like she work for a department store or something?
why my girl look like she working for a macy’s?
why your b-tch lookin’ like she work and shop at ross?
where i know you from?
i seen you, i’m just struggling to place it (huh)
why i got a b-tch b-tt-naked in the bath tub, while i’m in the shower that’s adjacent?
i can see her contemplating masturbation
hope she doesn’t, that’d be weird
but i get it (woop)
i also got the neck so long like a giraffe
suck on t-tties like a calf
went a few rounds like a draft (yo)
still got b-tches
still got b-tches (yeah, yeah)
still not different
still not different (yeah, yeah)
i swear to god i’m bout to f-ck julia roberts (swear)
i think a star is afoot we should converse
baby i’ve been down south kickin’ sh-t
outhouse with the sh-t
mike will told me he was proud of my penmanship (thanks)
brain feeling limitless
dave, lemme finish this
okie dokie brain am i great? like an immigrant

[bridge: brain]
brain (brain), f-ckin (f-ckin), like (like)
he was timberlake with his bad b-tch (jessica biel)
brain ain’t got no d-ck but she don’t care
i got no hair
picture brain rollin’ ’round with a broke person, hmm
picture that, yeah
picture brain rollin’ ’round with the windows open
screamin, “i’m brain!”

[chorus 2: brain]
brain got it on smash
brain got the club jumpin’
(brain got it on smash)
everyday i wake up, get money, count it up
do the math, brain about to buy a new d-ck
brain got it on smash
(brain got it on smash)
brain whoop yo b-tch -ss
(brain gon’ whoop yo b-tch -ss)
not yo b-tch like your girl, but you
you a b-tch brain would never hit a girl
motherf-ck your b-tch

[outro: lil d-cky and brain]
i be looking at her like fnnnnnn
i be looking at her like eeeeeeeeeegh
lemme get it
lemme get it
i be looking at her like fnnnnnn
i be looking at her like eeeeeeeeeegh
lemme get it
lemme get it
lemme get it (f-ck)
every-every other brain can’t even measure up
see me then
see me then
f-ggot

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