Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broccoli, artist - D.R.A.M.. Album song Big Baby DRAM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Broccoli |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy |
| I’m beyond all that fuck shit, hey |
| 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 (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 makin' 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 throwin' 'bows |
| I’m a real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows |
| Real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows |
| In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me (goddamn) |
| In the cut, I’m rollin' up my broccoli (goddamn) |
| Yeh, I know your baby mama fond of me (goddamn) |
| All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (goddamn) |
| Whispered in my ear, she tryna leave with me (goddamn) |
| Tell her I can get that pussy easily (goddamn) |
| Tell her I can hit that shit so greasily (goddamn) |
| I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (damn) |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna be on, ayy, ayy |
| I’m beyond all that fuck shit, ayy |
| Ain’t no tellin' what I’m finna, hey I’m beyond, ayy, ayy |
| Said I’m beyond all that fuck shit, ayy |
| 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, «Okay 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 steppin' |
| 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 wearin' |
| They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy |
| Turnt up in the party, gettin' lit to Yachty |
| With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami |
| In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me (off me) |
| In the cut, I’m rollin' up my broccoli |
| (my weed, my weed) |
| Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (she fond of me) |
| All she want to do is smoke that broccoli |
| (the weed, the weed) |
| Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me |
| (she runnin' for) |
| Said that I can get that pussy easily |
| (she fallin' for) |
| Said I can hit that shit so greasily (oh yeah, oh yeah) |
| I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (yeah) |