Broccoli lyrics

by

Yøung Flø


(Hook)
Ain’t no tellin what i’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t

Hey lil mama don’t you know that this the remix
Tell them other n*ggas they can’t get the sh*t my team get
I dropped 2 EP’s and they can’t do the sh*t that he did
I remember when i dropped a new track every weekend

Now i’m comin up and i done seen a lot of things
Bout to hit toronto chillin wit a model ting
I just got promoted bout to by my b*tch a ring
Then i drop a couple hundred on my mother f*ckin team

Its new generation shout out NTRL and K-Money
Mama told me eat my veggies so i’m blowin on that broccoli
I got b*tches in my celly that just wanna blow my money
But i pass em to the team and tell these hoes to blow my buddies

n*ggas in the Chi that put the burner to yo tummy
For you jokin ass n*ggas - ain’t a damn thing funny

I be Ballin in my city - man they love me and they hate me
Cuz i’m workin on my vision while these n*ggas so lazy

(Bridge)
In the middle of the party b*tch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up that 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 pus*y easily
Said that I can hit that sh*t so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

(Hook)
Ain't no tellin what i’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t
(x2)

I got b*tches in Chicago
I got models in Toronto
From new york to california
I got hoes wherever i go

Shout out to my n*gga NTRL
He just hit me on my iphone
Told me that he got a new track
That he need someone to hop on

I got b*tches in my texts
That only hit me up when i’m home
But i can’t give em that D
Unless i’m certain that my mom gone

They like flo don’t do that remix
Because once i do its my song
And i treat it like its my own

But i’m sittin thinkin
If i had a dollar everytime i told my b*tches
It was nothin more than sex
I’m only here because of business
And I'm leavin in the mornin f*ck yo love
And f*ck yo feelins

di*k so bomb she feelin holy
She repentin
Beat that pus*y in the kitchen
With the windows open
Can i get a witness

Got her titties on the counter
Breasteses next to my dishes
She say “daddy did you get it”
I say “hold on i ain’t finish”
Then she get down on her knees
And swallowed all my f*ckin children

(hook)
In the middle of the party b*tch 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 pus*y easily
Said that I can hit that sh*t so greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily

(Hook)
Ain’t no tellin what i’m finna be on
I’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t

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