lud foe – broke boy lyrics
[chorus]
broke -ss n-gga, you ain’t livin’ like a boss, huh
i’m the ceo, i ain’t got no boss, huh
you went and cuffed that ho, i ain’t got no main b-tch
i’m with another ho, i don’t f-ck the same b-tch
i iced out my patek philippe ’cause i don’t rock that plain sh-t
i’m way up higher, private jets, i don’t like airplanes b-tch
tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
no cameras ’cause these groupie hoes be fiendin’ for that fame sh-t
[verse]
she like do you remember me? no, i don’t know your name b-tch
i got short term memory, refresh it in my brain b-tch
beat up the trap like sugar ray, i made a bankroll today
p’s and them o’s, i’m servin’ j’s, received a shipment today
my car’s a pretty motherf-cker, it’s a beautiful day
i brought that thing out just to see the frowns on these n-ggas’ face
don’t gamble with your life unless you wanna lose it today
my pistol fresh up out the box, i just might use it today
i let the junkie snort a line and he tried eatin’ the plate
i whipped the chicken and hatched the egg, it must be easter today
they took you on a l!ck and you didn’t get a piece of the cake
and if the judge sentence me thirty, i’ll try jumpin’ the gate
i’m ’bout my cookie dough, b-tch i got krispy kreme in the safe
i popped so many pills that it make me look mean in the face
i pull my d-ck up out her mouth and then i s-m-ned her face
i’m ’bout my cake, so i may go get me a zinger today
[chorus]
broke -ss n-gga, you ain’t livin’ like a boss, huh
i’m the ceo, i ain’t got no boss, huh
you went and cuffed that ho, i ain’t got no main b-tch
i’m with another ho, i don’t f-ck the same b-tch
i iced out my patek philippe ’cause i don’t rock that plain sh-t
i’m way up higher, private jets, i don’t like airplanes b-tch
tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
no cameras ’cause these groupie hoes be fiendin’ for that fame sh-t
[verse 2]
i catch a case, ain’t nothing to say, i put some money away
take it to trial, i call my lawyer jew, he mean on the case
you only see the light ’cause b-tch i got this beam on your face
you superhero to these hoes, i don’t be needin’ a cape
you ain’t gettin money n-gga like me, for you it’s easy to say
b-tch i’m gettin money now and all my shooters easy to pay
i keep that n-gga kid with me and we got albums to play
and we wouldn’t be surprised if one of ’em go platinum today
i’m tryna hide the pain, i put my jesus piece in the way
she suck my d-ck on a futon, she said she like how it taste
i garbage bag a b-tch, i’m quick to throw a skeezer away
she love to shop for me, i might just swipe her visa today
i f-ck you off this adderall, girl we gon’ beat all day
tell a broke n-gga pull out your money and he take all day
you got a cubic zirconia chain and watch, this sh-t all fake
i’m gettin’ money, ben franklin who i be with all day
[chorus]
broke -ss n-gga, you ain’t livin’ like a boss, huh
i’m the ceo, i ain’t got no boss, huh
you went and cuffed that ho, i ain’t got no main b-tch
i’m with another ho, i don’t f-ck the same b-tch
i iced out my patek philippe ’cause i don’t rock that plain sh-t
i’m way up higher, private jets, i don’t like airplanes b-tch
tryna leave the strip club with her and who she came with
no cameras ’cause these groupie hoes be fiendin’ for that fame sh-t
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