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mir blackwell - broccoli lyrics

[intro: mir blackwell]
i honestly don’t even know what the f+ck we rap about hah, wait, no, wait, hah, about that, actually, i know exactly what we are rap about, watch this, we gon’ talk to you

[verse 1: mir blackwell]
made me my first band, now i got shorties tryna rock with me
i treat ’em all like nana, i f+ck b+tches more than tak+mi
you see me bagged a cheelai just by smoking on some broccoli (uh huh)
i love to see her go, but know it’s hard to say goodbye to me
she get bodied when our bodies touch and pray we can revive a freak (uh huh)
i couldn’t hang with makimas, i’m in control of babadis (ok, yeah)
i’m pulling plays with poli, but still promised ’em monogamy (uh huh)
deflowering her rose becausе she like what i do sonically (uh huh)
i crawled in hеr accord, she let me score like it was rocket league (woo)
the kiss of death, i really keep two ninas, mean i’m takami (guns tucked)
she say i talk too c+cky, but i say that’s not a knock to me (wow)
i talk like i’m on top, but still get treated like i’m property (ok)
look, i been a number one, but can play with the bench
so if my shorty need a stress reliever, i play in a pinch (play in a pinch)
she come to my room stay for a stint, watch it stay with her scent (ok, huh)
i asked whose is it, baby, again, can you say it again? (right)

[verse 2: blvkdivmonds]
phoenix + how i smoke and get my second wind
i jump through that buddha smoke and wear it like a second skin
if i beef with y’all, it’s madara you and your next of kin
high horse + how i’m rolling, hoe, address me as your excellence
me, i never set it down, what i say is set in tile
he move like he spidey, he see drama + he gon’ web it out
i done cut some gems in my short life, i put that pressure down (yeah)
add her to my treasure pile, march ’em to their grave like single file, all together now
i push up my glasses (uh)
new drip, all black jacket
i ain’t fixing roofs, but i got ladders
and a ratchet (uh)
they jack me like daxtor (uh)
my raps preach like pastor
i’m out philly up on castor
my braids swing like od b+st+rd (uh)
i done gave ’em chances
can’t do no more dances
he want smoke, then we in transit
pop out cuts like i’m chris hansen
find me in that mansion
door kick down, but we don’t panic
we got macs that do real damage
press a b+tton, i might spam it (uh)
[interlude: delta deez]
you know, man, mir sent me this kind of sh+t often, at the right time everytime, ok, um

[verse 3: delta deez]
i got a problem with+ what?
i got a problem with rappers
who think they a problem, i’m solving it
seen this sh+t coming with scopes and binoculars
live on the net, now it’s holes in his oculus
only time i seen him act like a soldier
as soon as he heard me, he ten+four copied it
learned how to take all that sh+t as a compliment, beat up the
beat up the p+ssy, she gave me admonishment
that mean she topped off the beef like a condiment
shorty keep saying that she want to bond
i’m thinking she talking about that bondage sh+t
smoke free for everyone like i’m a communist
i wrote my story like i was a novelist
we know he p+ssy, that guy know a cologist
clip ’bout as long as the washington monument
lately, baby, i been thinking to myself
when they f+ck with me, do they know that it’s bad for their health?
she brought a friend that brought a friend, they just kiss, never tell (ok)
get it wet, get it wet, yeah, i’m wishing in that well
i’m in my bag with all this, it’s like i’m vagabonding
we spin his block and paint it red, i show your ass what art is (buh+buh)
dropped so many bombs + you’d think obama back in office
we got more red dots than the motherf+ckin’ bags at target, you know

- mir blackwell lyrics

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