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lirik lagu broccoli – king labinnac

[intro: d.r.a.m. ]
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
i’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t, hey

[verse 1: king labinnac]
i’m a good guy but on the wrong side
i could make your father cry and smack your mother down (got ’em)
moving town to town but we still lull around
she can call me a sk*nk but i’m married to the hay got ’em)
make your b*tch bark when she ready for a meal (ooh ooh)
i threw away my heart so you know i can’t feel
and i got syphilis but that don’t stop your b*tch
from hopping on this d*ck, going human centipede
and she likes to drink pee, lsd, and hiv
best believe that is me, i made a lot of money
and i lost all the money cause i bought a bugatti (yeah)
but i still gets the p*ssy and i still hits the broccoli
bloodshot eyes, i can’t tell what is true
she makes my d*ck rise, stick it in her ass too
eating cherry pies, that’s what i’m gonna do
i got stuck in her thighs and it left my face blue

[chorus: d.r.a.m.]
in the middle of the party, b*tch, get off me (godd*mn)
in the cut, i’m rollin’ up my broccoli (godd*mn)
yeh, i know your baby mama fond of me (godd*mn)
all she want to do is smoke that broccoli (godd*mn)
whispered in my ear, she tryna leave with me (godd*mn)
tell her i can get that p*ssy easily (godd*mn)
tell her i can hit that sh*t so greasily (godd*mn)
i’m a dirty dog, i did it sleazily (d*mn)
[bridge: d.r.a.m.]
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on, ayy, ayy
i’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t, ayy
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna, hey i’m beyond, ayy, ayy
said i’m beyond all that f*ck sh*t, ayy
(bloodshot eyes, i can’t tell what is true
she makes my d*ck rise, stick it in her ass too
eating cherry pies, that’s what i’m gonna do
i got stuck in her thighs and it left my face blue
bloodshot eyes, i can’t tell what is true
she makes my d*ck rise, stick it in her ass too
eating cherry pies, that’s what i’m gonna do
i got stuck in her thighs and it left my face blue)

[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 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 t**th wearin’
they just mad ’cause i got that cheese, b*tch, i keep dairy
turnt up in the party, gettin’ lit to yachty
with a spanish barbie, word to my mami
[chorus: d.r.a.m.]
in the middle of the party, b*tch, 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 p*ssy easily
(she fallin’ for)
said i can hit that sh*t so greasily (oh yeah, oh yeah)
i’m a dirty dog, i did it sleazily (yeah)

- king labinnac

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