Broccoli Lyrics – D.R.A.M.
Singer: D.R.A.M.
Title: Broccoli
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
I’m beyond all that f*ck sh#t, hey
Hey, lil’ mama, would you like to be my sunshine?
n#gg# touch my gang we gon’ turn this sh#t to Columbine
Ice on my neck cost me ten times three
Thirty-thousand dollars for a n#gg# to get flee
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like ten 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 ten phones, damn, I’m really never home
All these n#gg#s clones tryna copy what I’m on
n#gg# get your own, tryna pick a n#gg# bone
Word to brother Skip, boy, I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin’, boy, I’m makin’ plays
Fifty Shades of Grey, beat that p#ss# like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain’t ’bout guap I’m gone
n#gg#s hatin’ ’cause I’m chosen from the concrete I had rose
Shorty starin’ at my necklace ’cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her p#ss#, bet she feel it in her toes
I’ma real young n#gg# from the 6 throwin’ bows
I’ma real young n#gg# from the 6 throwin’ bows
Real young n#gg# from the 6 throwin’ bows
In the middle of the party b#tch get off me (g#dd#mn)
In the cut I’m rollin’ up my broccoli (g#dd#mn)
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (g#dd#mn)
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (g#dd#mn)
Whispered in my ear she tryin’ to leave with me (g#dd#mn)
Tell her that I can get that p#ss# easily (g#dd#mn)
Tell her that I can hit that sh#t so greasily (g#dd#mn)
I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
I’m beyond all that f*ck sh#t, hey
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna, hey, be on, ayy, ayy
Said I’m beyond all that f*ck sh#t, ayy
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 just sauce ’em up like Prego
Fettuccini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was five or six years old
When I had told myself, “Okay, you’re special”
But I treat you like my equal never lesser
I was twenty-six years old
When we had dropped this one amazin’ record
Had the world steppin’
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 wearin’
They just mad ’cause I got that cheese, b#tch, I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party, gettin’ lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami
In the middle of the party b#tch get off me (off me)
In the cut I’m rollin’ up my broccoli (my weed, my weed)
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (she fond of me)
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (that weed, that weed)
Whispered in my ear she tryin’ to leave with me (she wanna f*ck)
Said that I can get that p#ss# easily (I’m gonna f*ck)
Said that I can hit that sh#t so greasily (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I’ma dirty dog I did it sleazily (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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