lirik lagu xp – broccoli
[intro: xp]
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t
[verse 1: tim saunders]
somebody told me they ain’t never seen
this much buzz around a teen since jojo
more heat than d-wade in a heat wave
but my sh-t still cold like fro-yo
and they hating cause they only doing so-so
looking at me sideways, xp’s logo
yeah you got bars, but n-gg-s need flow tho
#1 draft pick and y’all ain’t even go pro
wait up, hold it now, they gone tell me slow my sh-t down
look at all these plays i get now, play my sh-t
and they can’t sit down, nope
they’ll be jumping like they jordan
zack lavine and aaron gordon
i be saucing cause my flow is a1, yes it’s that important
i made my mixtape and n-gg-s run it back
(god d-mn, god d-mn)
ya mixtape got a fee, i want my money back
(god d-mn, god d-mn)
“don’t wanna fall in love”, they was loving that
off “100 bucks”, i should’ve made a hundred stacks
they say they proud of me, they say i’m a prodigy
man this sh-t is just for fun but please don’t think it’s comedy, cause when it comes pesos, i don’t plato, i ain’t socrates
they asking how to get green like us, just tell em eat they broccoli, god d-mn
[hook: xp]
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
yall she want to do is smoke that broccoli
whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
said that i can get that p-ssy easily
said that i can hit that sh-t so greasily
i’m a dirty dog i did it sleazily
[bridge: xp]
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t
[verse 2: xp]
may have made my bed up but i never left her b-tch
i’m only cashing checks in with the best investors
young and reckless but i learned my lesson
he rock a halo like the heavens sent him my flow is evervesant
i know timmy would be mad if i ain’t snap here
no job making no mula like its last year
young thot racing to my uber like my pads near
stationed in aruba with some shooters like i’m booling
and any n-gg- perusing tryna catch a consumer
know a couple grease monkeys put a tool through ya cooler serial killers raising bands take 2 move to just scoop her
to any n-gg-s raising hands better hope that i’m schooling
keep her wet like a scuba
so why would you ever tread light with me?
nappy hair why would you ever pick a fight with me?
they stop and stare but the camera don’t frighten me
they know what i could be
(the best ever n-gg-)
[hook: xp]
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 p-ssy easily
said that i can hit that sh-t so greasily
i’m a dirty dog i did it sleazily
[bridge: xp]
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t
ain’t no tellin’ what i’m finna be on
i’m beyond all that f-ck sh-t
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu kynda gray – in meiner tasche
- lirik lagu agrupacion latinhits – noviembre sin ti
- lirik lagu band of horses – in a drawer
- lirik lagu the pack – shake that
- lirik lagu the jacka – forgivin
- lirik lagu pimp c – country thang (outro)
- lirik lagu miles canady – token
- lirik lagu jay prince – fountains / youth
- lirik lagu redneck souljers – down this road
- lirik lagu slim thug – get it in