โหลดเพลง mp3 Broccoli (feat. Lil Yachty) - DRAM

BROCCOLI (西兰花) - DRAM/Lil Yachty
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on

I'm beyond all that f**k sh*t

Hey lil' mama would you like to be my sunshine
Ni**a 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 ni**a 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 damn I'm really never home

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on

Ni**a get your own tryna pick a ni**a bone

Weight up on the scale boy I had a good day

Metro pcs trappin' boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey beat that p**sy like hulk hogan
I know you know my slogan if I ain't 'bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hatin' cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose
Shawty starin' at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that dick up in her p**sy bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young ni**a from the 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young ni**a from the 6 throwing bows

Real young ni**a from the 6 throwing bows

In the middle of the party b**ch 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**sy easily

Said that I can hit that sh*t so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

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

Say I'm beyond all that f**k 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 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 bass
Rapper face dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got that cheese b**ch I keep dairy

Turnt up in the party getting lit to yachty

With a Spanish barbie word to my mommy

In the middle of the party b**ch 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
She wanna f**k
Said that I can get that p**sy easily
I'm gonna f**k
Said I can hit that sh*t so greasily

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily