D.R.A.M. Broccoli текст песни, слова песни Broccoli D.R.A.M. & Lil Yachty
D.R.A.M. - Broccoli
feat. Lil Yachty
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
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 10 times 3
30,000 dollars for a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo 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
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
50 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 6 throwing bows
I'm a real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
Real young nigga from the 6 throwing bows
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