Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bruuuh, artist - Denzel Curry. Date of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bruuuh |
| Said I’m back again to whoop ass |
| The blicka-blast from the ratchet, man |
| The maddest black as lad in a savage land of grab and dash and crash in your |
| daddy’s van |
| Bad as the most have-inist, most swaggiest, braggy as never had anything |
| So I’m acting as if I never had shit |
| I was moving backwards, I coulda hit a backflip, check this |
| I ain’t never hustled for a necklace |
| Tryna get the fam straight, get us out of debt shit |
| That shit get testy |
| I feel Dizzie Gillespie in a room packed, me call, is he? |
| I’m precious |
| Out the womb, I was last, I’m the youngest of 7 |
| Birthday same day as the reverend |
| Birthday same day as the devil |
| Black lock like the pot and a kettle |
| Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow |
| Lick a shot for my niggas tryna stop the journey |
| JID pull up on a opp like what’s poppin' kermie |
| Blocka Blocka, operate, doctor, surgery, IVs, gurneys, shit bag, |
| gone for eternity, hey |
| More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey |
| Close the casket, common the courtesy, hey |
| Head shots, too personal for a burglary, ooh |
| Red dots cause killers could close curtains me |
| I done did wrong, someone send me up vertically |
| Horizontally, read me a passage from Deuteronomy |
| Anything you can do to conquer the demon inside of me |
| Inner meaning the truth and the father, the spirit guided me |
| I can bleed in the booth and leave a tooth as a souvenir for who was here and |
| if you hearing it |
| You know the spirit is imperitive, imperative, imperial |
| Black man pyramid, the peer of men, jack man with the gat |
| Scratching off the serial |
| Sack man, get the pack |
| Money in the envelope |
| Pissing down the urinal |
| Ass man in the strip club, tell em bend it over |
| Gon give it to her, she been working for it, hey |
| You gon make a nigga cop a burger for ya, hey |
| You the bomb, look I got a turban for ya, bae |
| Beat a nigga til he color purple for ya, babe |
| Imma murder for you, babe |
| 730 for ya, ay |
| Swervin', swervin', swervin' |
| Skrttin', skrttin', skrttin' |
| Servin', servin', servin' |
| Everything I done, it comes full circle |
| Workin', workin', workin', workin' |
| Swervin', swervin', swervin' |
| Skrttin', skrttin', skrttin' |
| Servin', servin', servin' |
| Everything I done, it comes full circle |
| Workin', workin', workin', workin' |