JELLO - BROCKHAMPTON

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Embed: "With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty"
"Bring the loud one with the blonde hair"
Makin' out with Zayn in a lawn chair
They kicked me out, but I belong here
Hear these songs, nigga, see this long hair, see these videos
Direct these hoes with no budgets though
How the fuck did I land a fuckin' TV show?
Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain't met him yet

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

Just shaved down to the baby face
Clothes on me, guess it's Holiday
Fried, no sides at the restaurant
My sleep schedule like the power here, it's never on
Feelin' like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh)
Four cars, need a motherfuckin' Escalade
Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk)
Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along
Make some commas, karma, come on, watch 'em sing along
Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancin' on a knuckle
In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma
Incidental, I be better by the summer
I be better by the winter, I be hoppin' in the rental
Maybe Tesla for all my missus sittin' in the Volvo, damn
Shoot 'em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

I'm moonwalkin' on the sun, hot
I used to live where the guns popped
Made some records then we moved out
Turned rap into the new pop
Bandana, I'm the new Pac
I been blowin' up, I can't stop
They need my niggas in the White House
I do business with the white folks
Bring that money back to black folks
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Economic, but I speak ebonics
L.A. turned me to an asshole
I been shoppin' down on Melrose
Still a nigga but I'm livin' different
I been lookin' at the bigger picture
So I don't hear 'em when they talkin' to me

I just want a friend to fall in love with
Maybe someone I can binge drugs with
Livin' like a prince but I'm dove-less
Playin' my emotions, you a dumb bitch
Everybody talkin' on some gun shit
They don't even know where to bust it
Cry, nigga, gotta fuckin' kick back
Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback
Splittin' all my problems like a Kit-Kat
I finessed the night that we slipped up
I could let you know where I'm next at
Tell my baby girl where the brakes at
You know I got number one pick stats
Catch me on the field, it's a mismatch
More like an eclipse, she couldn't miss that
Puttin' my appearance where my chips at

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
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JELLO Lyrics

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

Hi, I live a wonderful life
Should've died twice, wonder who on my side
Life always better keepin' two on the side
Need no music when my niggas arrive
We in Van Nuys, black van with some white guys
Keep your hand out, waitin' for the appropriate time
They ask a question like
"Could you perform at my best friend's birthday party?"
"With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty"
"Bring the loud one with the blonde hair"
Makin' out with Zayn in a lawn chair
They kicked me out, but I belong here
Hear these songs, nigga, see this long hair, see these videos
Direct these hoes with no budgets though
How the fuck did I land a fuckin' TV show?
Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain't met him yet

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

Just shaved down to the baby face
Clothes on me, guess it's Holiday
Fried, no sides at the restaurant
My sleep schedule like the power here, it's never on
Feelin' like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh)
Four cars, need a motherfuckin' Escalade
Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk)
Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along
Make some commas, karma, come on, watch 'em sing along
Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancin' on a knuckle
In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma
Incidental, I be better by the summer
I be better by the winter, I be hoppin' in the rental
Maybe Tesla for all my missus sittin' in the Volvo, damn
Shoot 'em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

I'm moonwalkin' on the sun, hot
I used to live where the guns popped
Made some records then we moved out
Turned rap into the new pop
Bandana, I'm the new Pac
I been blowin' up, I can't stop
They need my niggas in the White House
I do business with the white folks
Bring that money back to black folks
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Economic, but I speak ebonics
L.A. turned me to an asshole
I been shoppin' down on Melrose
Still a nigga but I'm livin' different
I been lookin' at the bigger picture
So I don't hear 'em when they talkin' to me

I just want a friend to fall in love with
Maybe someone I can binge drugs with
Livin' like a prince but I'm dove-less
Playin' my emotions, you a dumb bitch
Everybody talkin' on some gun shit
They don't even know where to bust it
Cry, nigga, gotta fuckin' kick back
Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback
Splittin' all my problems like a Kit-Kat
I finessed the night that we slipped up
I could let you know where I'm next at
Tell my baby girl where the brakes at
You know I got number one pick stats
Catch me on the field, it's a mismatch
More like an eclipse, she couldn't miss that
Puttin' my appearance where my chips at

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
Do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down

La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)

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A fast emerging musical and artistic boy band from Texas. Featuring a roster of creatives, Brockhampton (stylized BROCKHAMPTON) boasts musicians, graphic designers, producers, and videographers who are combining their talents to grace us with a mix of content. They met over the internet on the Kanye West fan forum "KanyeToThe" and are headed by Ian Simpson or Kevin Abstract. They released the singles "DIRT" and "BET l" in 2015 and released the mixtape entitled "All American Trash" in 2016. In June of 2017 they released a full length album entitled "Saturation" and a follow up album "Saturation II" was released in August 2017. A third album, "Saturation III" was released on December 15th 2017, a day after the announcement of their 4th album "Team Effort." Their music is a combination of hardcore rap songs and slower "boybandy" ballads. They're now based in Los Angeles, California. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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