Bruuuh Lyrics
[Intro]
J-J-J-J.I.D
D-D-D-D
D-D-D-D
[Verse]
D-D-D-D-Damn, said I'm back again to whoop ass
The blicka-blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
D-D-D, D-D
Bad as the most havin'est, most swaggiest, braggy as never had anything
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' 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 Dizzy Gillespie, in the room pack me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last, I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend
Birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the 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
Any 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 birkin for ya, hey
You the bomb, look I got a turban for ya, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for ya, babe
I'ma murder for you, babe, 730 for ya, ayy
J-J-J-J.I.D
D-D-D-D
D-D-D-D
[Verse]
D-D-D-D-Damn, said I'm back again to whoop ass
The blicka-blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
D-D-D, D-D
Bad as the most havin'est, most swaggiest, braggy as never had anything
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' 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 Dizzy Gillespie, in the room pack me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last, I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend
Birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the 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
Any 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 birkin for ya, hey
You the bomb, look I got a turban for ya, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for ya, babe
I'ma murder for you, babe, 730 for ya, ayy
[Chorus]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin'
Servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
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Bruuuh is a soundcloud single by J.I.D released on the 11th of January in 2017. The production is handled by Willie B, who has also worked with others like Kendrick Lamar and Wale. In the song J.I.D reflects on feeling underrated and unappriciated, and wanting more, being a lesser known face in the game at the time. he also speaks about his past and upbringing (J.I.D was raised in Atlanta, and wanted to pursue a career in sports).
In the fastest part of the song he hits 7.5 syllables per second, all while he flows incredibly smooth.
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January 11, 2017
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