paroles de chanson Broccoli (Mixed) - DRAM , Lil Yachty
Ain't
no
telling
what
I'm
finna
be
on,
ayy,
ayy
I'm
beyond
all
that
fuck
shit,
hey
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
ten
times
three
Thirty
thousand
dollars
for
a
nigga
to
get
flee
I
just
hit
Rodéo
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
niggas
clones,
tryna
copy
what
I'm
on
(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
Fifty
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
six
throwin'
'bows
I'm
a
real
young
nigga
from
the
six
throwin'
'bows
Real
young
nigga
from
the
six
throwin'
'bows
In
the
middle
of
the
party,
bitch,
get
off
me
(goddamn)
In
the
cut,
I'm
rollin'
up
my
broccoli
(goddamn)
Yeah,
I
know
your
baby
mama
fond
of
me
(goddamn)
All
she
want
to
do
is
smoke
that
broccoli
(goddamn)
Whispered
in
my
ear,
she
tryna
leave
with
me
(goddamn)
Said
that
I
can
get
that
pussy
easily
(goddamn)
Said
that
I
can
hit
that
shit
so
greasily
(goddamn)
I'm
a
dirty
dog,
I
did
it
sleazily
(damn)
Ain't
no
tellin'
what
I'm
finna
be
on,
ayy,
ayy
I'm
beyond
all
that
fuck
shit,
hey
Ain't
no
tellin'
what
I'm
finna,
hey
I'm
beyond,
ayy,
ayy
Said
I'm
beyond,
ayy,
all
that
fuck
shit,
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
should
sauce
'em
up
like
Prego
Fettucini
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
amazing
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,
bitch,
I
keep
dairy
Turnt
up
in
the
party,
gettin'
lit
to
Yachty
With
a
Spanish
Barbie,
word
to
my
mami,
ayy
In
the
middle
of
the
party,
bitch,
get
off
me
(off
of
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
tryna
to
leave
with
me
(She
runnin'
for)
Said
that
I
can
get
that
pussy
easily
(She
fallin'
for)
Said
that
I
can
hit
that
shit
so
greasily
(oh
yeah,
oh
yeah)
I'm
a
dirty
dog,
I
did
it
sleazily
(yeah)
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