Testo Broccoli - DRAM
Testo della canzone Broccoli (DRAM), tratta dall'album Big Baby DRAM (Deluxe)
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on, ay, ay
I'm beyond all that -
Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine?
- touch my gang, we gon' turn this - to -
Ice on my neck, cost me ten times three
30 thousand dollars for a - 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 - clones, tryna copy what I'm on (what I'm on)
- get your own, tryna pick a - bone
Word to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good day
Metro PCS, trappin', boy, I'm makin' plays
50 Shades of Grey, beat that - like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap, I'm gone
- hatin' 'cause I'm chosen from the concrete, I had rose
Shawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really froze
Put that - up in her -, bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young - from the six throwin' 'bows
I'm a real young - from the six throwin' 'bows
Real young - from the six throwin' 'bows
In the middle of the party, -, get off me (-damn)
In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (-damn)
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (-damn)
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (-damn)
Whispered in my ear, she's tryna leave with me (-damn)
Tell her I can get that - easily (-damn)
Tell her I can hit that - so greasily (-damn)
I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (damn)
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on, ay, ay
I'm beyond all that fuck -, ay
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna, hey, I'm beyond, ay, ay
Said, I'm beyond all that -, ay
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, Fettuccine 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 26 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, -, I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party, gettin' lil' to Yachty
With a Spanish barbie, word to my mami
In the middle of the party, -, get off me (-damn)
In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (-damn)
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me (-damn)
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli (-damn)
Whispered in my ear, she's tryna leave with me (-damn)
Tell her I can get that - easily (-damn)
Tell her I can hit that - so greasily (-damn)
I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily (damn)
(Damn, damn, damn, damn)
(Damn, damn, damn, damn)
(Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Gramma, Karl Rubin Brutus, Shelley Marshaun Massenburg-smith, Roget Chahayed, Miles Parks Mccollum
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