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D.R.A.M. feat. Lil Yachty Lyrics
"Broccoli"

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(Intro – D.R.A.M.)
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f**k s**t

(Verse 1 – Lil Yachty)
Hey lil mama would you like to be my sunshine?
Ni**a touch my gang we gon turn this s**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 ni**as 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 trapping boy I'm making plays
50 shades of grey, beat that pu**y like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan, if I ain't bout guap I'm gone
Ni**as hating cause I'm chosen from the concrete I rose
Shawty staring at my necklace cause my diamonds really froze
Put that d**k up in her pu**y 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

(Chorus – D.R.A.M.)
In the middle of the party bi**h 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 pu**y easily
Said that I can hit that s**t so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

(Bridge – D.R.A.M.)
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f**k s**t
Ain't no telling what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that f**k s**t

(Verse 2 – D.R.A.M.)
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 bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word to my mommy

(Repeat Chorus)