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d.r.a.m. - broccoli lyrics

[intro – d.r.a.m.:]
ain’t no telling what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f–k sh-t

[verse 1 – lil yachty:]
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 10 times 3
30, 000 dollars for a n-gg- to get flee
i just hit rodeo 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, 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
weight up on the scale, boy i had a good day
metro pcs trapping boy i’m making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that p-ssy like hulk hogan
i know you know my slogan, if i ain’t bout guap i’m gone
n-gg-s hating cause i’m chosen from the concrete i rose
shawty staring 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 6 throwing bows
i’m a real young n-gg- from the 6 throwing bows
real young n-gg- from the 6 throwing bows

[chorus – d.r.a.m.:]
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

[bridge – d.r.a.m.:]
ain’t no telling what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f–k sh-t
ain’t no telling what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f–k sh-t

[verse 2 – d.r.a.m.:]
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
fettuchini 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 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 mommy

[chorus]

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