Correction Lyrics Broccoli & Cheese by Paper Route Empire & Key Glock

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(Buddah blessed this beat)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ayy (Yeah)

We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' sh*t like B-roll (Yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, n***a, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (Yeah)
And thirty in my Glock (Yeah)
I told the b*t*h I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fеll in love with codeine, sh*t, I might invеst in Wock'
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
B*t*h, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
I be flexin' hard, b*t*h, I do this sh*t with ease (Yeah)
You's a peon, n***a, yeah, I'm a P (Yeah)
You's a peon, n***a, I'm a P (Ayy), don't get put on a tee

I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
In my own world like Travis Scott
They like, "Glock, you dope as f**k," might catch me jumpin' out the pot
Oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
"Why the f**k they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
B*t*h, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, b*t*h, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the building, make it blizzard (Woo)
These n***as monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple b*t*hes
Eighteen, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-a** lil' n***a
N***as dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' sh*t like B-roll (Yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, n***a, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (Ooh)
And thirty in my Glock
I told the b*t*h I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fell in love with codeine, sh*t, I might invest in Wock'
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (Uh-uh)
B*t*h, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah
And cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
And cheese
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