LyricsBroccoli (feat. Lil Yachty)

DRAM, Lil Yachty

Last update on: July 27, 2016

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 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 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 throwing bows I'm a real young nigga from the six throwing bows Real young nigga from the six 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 five or six years old when I had told myself ok 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 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 I can hit that shit so greasily I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

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