Broccoli

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mibbs] Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli [Verse 1: BeYoung] Four-four speed High high up, but no nose bleed It's the finest of colognes, girls grinding to our songs Get your broad wet before she jottin' down her phone Number, don't wonder All day, Parkay, so butter LeBron James Hall of Fame numbers, closet game thunderous Big head before the U.S. changed hundreds Been there, done it, done it cause I been there Show up at the front door, yeah they let me in there No rain, no chain, how them niggas get there? Said she went to work dog, how I get your bitch here? (That broccoli) [Chorus: Mibbs] Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli [Verse 2: Like] Uh, green Ferragamos, mean pair of models Ballin' like Kareem with a clean pair of goggles She used to hate me, now she wanna swallow We don't just push, we push that thing to the throttle Please hold your bravos, three is the combo The whole enchilada with the cheese on the tacos Please get the nachos, we are the honchos 'Bout to rain on you all we need is some ponchos We get broccoli so easy, just blindfold us Hoes didn't wanna ride, now they ride for us Haters wanna look now, got their eyes on us I'm through talking, roll up, I got five on it [Chorus: Mibbs] Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli [Verse 3: Mibbs] Big Mibbs (What up?), knuckle up, buttercups Pac Div huddled up, they running out of luck While you chumps double dutch, I'll be cutting up a thin waist With the bubble butt, that don't wanna cuddle up I don't show no affection, cause she know my direction And I guess it's only right for her to know my erection I'm a pro by selection, the goal is perfection My show is like catching Derrick Rose as a freshman Behold, I'm a legend, and along with my bretheren We make songs like a messenger bestowed us from heaven The best in the western hemisphere, engineer greatness Now how you gonna sit up there and hate this? [Chorus: Mibbs] Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy Mad 'cause I'm young, fly, making that broccoli