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paper route empire & key glock - broccoli & cheese lyrics

[intro]
(buddah blessed this beat)
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah, ayy (yeah)

[chorus]
we outside, smokin’ indo (yeah)
yeah, pockets full of c+notes, all the nines came with extendos (yeah)
chopper on the backseat, gang’nem shootin’ sh+t like b+roll (yeah)
i come from a city, we don’t trick, n+gga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
six figures in my earlobes (yeah)
and thirty in my glock (yeah)
i told the b+tch i’m single, but be sleepin’ with my chop
i fеll in love with codeine, sh+t, i might invеst in wock’
yeah, i fell in love with hustlin’ and i don’t plan on stoppin’
b+tch, i’m gettin’ that broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)
i be flexin’ hard, b+tch, i do this sh+t with ease (yeah)
you’s a peon, n+gga, yeah, i’m a p (yeah)
you’s a peon, n+gga, i’m a p (ayy), don’t get put on a tee

[verse]
i’m pourin’ drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
in my own world like travis scott
they like, “glock, you dope as f+ck,” might catch me jumpin’ out the pot
oops, i mean jumpin’ out the drop
yeah, iced out rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
“why the f+ck they call you glock and you keep an fn with you?”
b+tch, i’m cutthroat to the bone, yeah, b+tch, i’m cutthroat to the gristle
it’s the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it’s winter
it’s the middle of the summer, i walk in the building, make it blizzard (woo)
these n+ggas monkey in the middle, i’m pourin’ up a cup of fizzle
rollin’ up a blunt of skittles, me, bart and a couple b+tches
eighteen, locked down in the system, now i’m one rich+ass lil’ n+gga
n+ggas dissin’, got me tickled, boy, you in the house
[chorus]
we outside, smokin’ indo (yeah)
yeah, pockets full of c+notes, all the nines came with extendos (yeah)
chopper on the backseat, gang’nem shootin’ sh+t like b+roll (yeah)
i come from a city, we don’t trick, n+gga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
six figures in my earlobes (ooh)
and thirty in my glock
i told the b+tch i’m single, but be sleepin’ with my chop
i fell in love with codeine, sh+t, i might invest in wock’
yeah, i fell in love with hustlin’ and i don’t plan on stoppin’ (uh+uh)
b+tch, i’m gettin’ that broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)

[outro]
yeah, yeah
and cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
and cheese
g+lock

- paper route empire key glock lyrics

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