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d.r.a.m. feat. lil yachty - broccoli (feat. lil yachty) lyrics

ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t

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 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, d-mn 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 making plays
fifty shades of grey, beat that p-ssy like hulk hogan
i know you know my slogan, if it ain’t ’bout guap i’m gone
n-gg-s hatin’ cause i’m chosen from the concrete i had rose
shawty starin’ at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
put that d-ck up in her p-ssy bet she feel it in her toes
i’m a real young n-gg- from the six throwing bows
i’m a real young n-gg- from the six throwing bows
real young n-gg- from the six throwing bows

in the middle of the party b-tch 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 p-ssy easily
said that i can hit that sh-t 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 f-ck sh-t
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t

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 b-ss
rapper face, dread headed
golden diamond teeth wearing
they just mad cause i got that cheese b-tch 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 b-tch 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 f-ck)
said that i can get that p-ssy easily
(i’m gonna f-ck)
said i can hit that sh-t so greasily
i’m a dirty dog i did it sleazily

- d r a m feat lil yachty lyrics

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