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Broccoli (feat. Lil Yachty)

D.R.A.M.

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Hey lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine?

Nigga touch my gang we gon' turn this shit to Columbine

Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3

30,000 dollars for a nigga to get flee

I just hit Rodéo and I spent like 10 Gs

I just did a show and spent the check on my mama

When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas

And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on

Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone

Word to brother Skip, boy I had a good day

Metro PCS trappin' boy I'm making plays

50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone

Niggas hatin' cause I'm chosen from the concrete I had rose

Shawty starin' at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze

Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party bitch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

Said that I can get that pussy easily

Said that I can hit that shit so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that fuck shit

I got companies and Pesos

I got people on my payroll

She don't do it 'less I say so

I don't smoke if it ain't fuego

I should sauce 'em up like Prego

Fettucini with Alfredo

All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega

I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself ok you're special

But I treat you like my equal never lesser

I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record

Had the world stepping

That's what I call epic

Couple summers later I got paper

I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel

With the capers on a square plate

At the restaurant with the why you got to stare face

To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass

Rapper face, dread headed

Golden diamond teeth wearing

They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty

With a Spanish Barbie word to my mami

In the middle of the party bitch get off me

In the cut I'm rolling up my broccoli

Ya I know your baby mama fond of me

All she want to do is smoke that broccoli

(That weed that weed)

Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me

(She wanna fuck)

Said that I can get that pussy easily

(I'm gonna fuck)

Said that I can hit that shit so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

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