Could I B Jesus lyrics - Lil Dicky (with Brain)

 [Lil Dicky:]

Yuh

Just saying yuh sounds like you're jocking Drake

So annoying

Illa, illa, illa, illa, L

Yuh, yuh

I used to go out to the Y, Friday nights

On the outskirts of Philly

I'm dropping dimes to this night

In the outskirts you feel me?

And I done been saving my good shit up

Old bitches now, yeah they would get up

Winklevoss twins, yeah I could get fucked

Chinese food, yeah I could get duck (uh)

[Brain:]

Brain give a fuck 'bout an old bitch

Brain give a fuck 'bout dat hoe

Brain got head on the snowlift

Brain cold ipso facto

Brain go in', I'm ballin' (ooh)

Brain go in', I'm ballin'

[Lil Dicky:]

One, two time for the sixers

If this bitch get off on the wrong foot

Put her on the bench for a lil Ben Simmons

[?] could ride wood like Jah, doe

Still gotta lick gelato

Feel like I hit the lotto

[Brain:]

Brain never bag a proper

Brain fucked Aunt Jemimah

[Lil Dicky:]

I don't get head on the freeway

That is forbidden like ebay

She playing with Jimmy like D Wade

She wanna stop at the B.K

We don't go out, she a cheap date

I'm straight to the ass like a cheesecake

We run this shit back like a replay

Mutual orgasm, we came

[Brain:]

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way)

Hey, could I be Jesus?

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Holy like Jesus

I might be Christ

[Brain:]

Oh, my word

Oh, my God

I was overweight today but now I'm a model

I don't eat the pussy for free

Touchy, I get pussy, I be fucking these streets

[Lil Dicky:]

Ichiar deli my P got a nut out the purple like jelly

I'm buzzin', buzzin' like a left behind celly

My DM x-rated like critics, the belly

I got the coldest cuts around like a deli (ah)

Used to be in love with Aliyah

Used to be in love with Daria

Shit on these rappers like diarrhea

[Brain:]

Brain with the dope like a mob boss

Chapo Chapo Chapo Brain

Stay with the peace like Gandhi

Blocka blocka, know what I'm sayin'? (yah) Brain like Mike, like Shad Moss

Brain like, might like shamone

Brain might fuck your bitch

When he done, might ask your ex for a ride home

[Lil Dicky:]

Rollin' up the bud, rollin' up the club, rollin' up the work

Pourin' up the Bud, blowin' up the drug

Leavin' out the back, damn this work

Haven't thrown a punch in about five years

Last time I did I broke my wrist

On my friend Glen's butt

Damn, that sucked

Had to jerk off with the left hand

(But you learned your lesson!)

Ain't nobody in my category

I'm inventive with I'm with it like it's Scattergories

I was over-doubted, now I'm overcrowded

But I'm extroverted, don't you ever doubt it

Gotta lot of money, but I never count it

Competition fun, but they ain't never 'bout it

I was searching for it but I never found it

Like an Oreo up in a power outage

(Let's go!)

[Brain:]

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way)

Hey, could I be Jesus?

Wait, could I be Jesus?

Holy like Jesus

I'm like the cross

Oh, man

Hope I'm not Jesus

But I also wanna get sucked

Brain