Broccoli [explicit] Lyrics - D.r.a.m.

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on 

I'm beyond all that fuck shit 

Hey lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine? 

Nigga touch my gang we gon' turn this shit to Columbine 

Ice on my neck cost me ten times three 

Thirty thousand dollars for a nigga 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, damn I'm really never home 

All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on 

Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga 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 pussy like Hulk Hogan 

I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone 

Niggas hatin' cause I'm chosen from the concrete I had rose 

Shawty starin' at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze 

Put that dick up in her pussy bet she feel it in her toes 

I'm a real young nigga from the six throwing bows 

I'm a real young nigga from the six throwing bows 

Real young nigga from the six throwing bows 

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In the middle of the party bitch 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 pussy easily 

Said that I can hit that shit 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 fuck shit 

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on 

I'm beyond all that fuck shit 

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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 bass 

Rapper face, dread headed 

Golden diamond teeth wearing 

They just mad cause I got that cheese bitch 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 bitch 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 fuck) 

Said that I can get that pussy easily 

(I'm gonna fuck) 

Said I can hit that shit so greasily 

I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily