Broke Boy by Broke Boy FTW Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain’t got chains
Yeah
But I got brains
Huh
I’m not here to flex
Ooh
Just tryna get some checks
Yeah
Never had sex
True
Know I’m up next
Yuh
Spicy like Mex
Now I don’t flex
[Chorus]
Broke Boy and you know it
I know I don’t show it
Check this flow it makes me
Sound just like a poet
In the boat we row it
Rowing with my homies
No we ain’t no phonies
We just eat at Coney’s
[Verse 2]
No where else dog
Your man looks like a frog
He look like a turtle boy
From the sewer, boy, is he a
Teenage mutant turtle
His head lookin like a squirtle
He smells hella fertile and his
Face makes me wanna hurl
Come on girl, you coulda done better
But instead you’re out here just tryna get wetter
You could buy a sweater with all this money
Pretending you’re everyone’s heckin’ honey
But I can’t cause
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
[Chorus]
Broke boy and you know it
I know I don’t show it
Check this flow it makes me
Sound just like a poet
In the boat we row it
Rowing with my homies
No we ain’t no phonies
We just eat at Coney’s
Ain’t got chains
Yeah
But I got brains
Huh
I’m not here to flex
Ooh
Just tryna get some checks
Yeah
Never had sex
True
Know I’m up next
Yuh
Spicy like Mex
Now I don’t flex
[Chorus]
Broke Boy and you know it
I know I don’t show it
Check this flow it makes me
Sound just like a poet
In the boat we row it
Rowing with my homies
No we ain’t no phonies
We just eat at Coney’s
[Verse 2]
No where else dog
Your man looks like a frog
He look like a turtle boy
From the sewer, boy, is he a
Teenage mutant turtle
His head lookin like a squirtle
He smells hella fertile and his
Face makes me wanna hurl
Come on girl, you coulda done better
But instead you’re out here just tryna get wetter
You could buy a sweater with all this money
Pretending you’re everyone’s heckin’ honey
But I can’t cause
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
I’mma
[Chorus]
Broke boy and you know it
I know I don’t show it
Check this flow it makes me
Sound just like a poet
In the boat we row it
Rowing with my homies
No we ain’t no phonies
We just eat at Coney’s