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Growing Up Broke Video (MV)




Performed By: GlockBoy 956
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Carlos Mata




GlockBoy 956 - Growing Up Broke Lyrics
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Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Had to save up all of my money, just so I can live my dreams
Only hang around them bosses, VTH that be the team
If he try to play my brothers we gon put him on a tee
Yea I went vegan for weeks but it's up if u want beef
I was only 16, no dream, just wilding
Got big beam, ak when I'm riding
Pop out to the party, all bitches get excited
Thick freaky bitch so u know I had to pipe it
I took her to the room, said she never f*cked a rapper
She see me whip a foreign , now she know that ima trapper
Let a nigga diss me ima turn him into Casper
Niggas talking shit, they my sons, here's the pamper
They be on my dick, hood rich, why they hating
Probably cause they broke, no joke, stop playin
Money moves is all I do, all bout the paper
Been my own boss, u won't see me doing labor
Ima hard working nigga who done came up out them apartments
Remember them days no money, we was robbing
Munchie runs at the stripes corner store we was starving
Now we eating steak, ain't going back to eating Ramón
I ain't eating on no noodles, u can come and eat this dick
Better suck that shit good, not u know I'm getting pissed
I ain't even finna argue with u, f*ck up out my crib
Had to cut that hoe off cause I ain't stressing bout a bitch
Rather stress about the paper, cause u know I'm motivated
Always catch me dedicated
I just pray to God I make it
And right now I'm getting faded
Always sipping with the ladies
Used to sip them Four Lokos now I'm drinking on the greatest
Had to cut the liquor off, still tho I can't stop to smoke
And the weed in my lungs u can tell by how I talk
Always speaking on my name but I bet that they don't know
When I catch him up in person bitch it's best u got ur pole
If u don't then just know, thats a red light
We pop outside at night, thats ur bed time
Cruising round the block, with the tec-9
Free my nigga BMB doing fed time
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
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English

Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Had to save up all of my money, just so I can live my dreams
Only hang around them bosses, VTH that be the team
If he try to play my brothers we gon put him on a tee
Yea I went vegan for weeks but it's up if u want beef
I was only 16, no dream, just wilding
Got big beam, ak when I'm riding
Pop out to the party, all bitches get excited
Thick freaky bitch so u know I had to pipe it
I took her to the room, said she never f*cked a rapper
She see me whip a foreign , now she know that ima trapper
Let a nigga diss me ima turn him into Casper
Niggas talking shit, they my sons, here's the pamper
They be on my dick, hood rich, why they hating
Probably cause they broke, no joke, stop playin
Money moves is all I do, all bout the paper
Been my own boss, u won't see me doing labor
Ima hard working nigga who done came up out them apartments
Remember them days no money, we was robbing
Munchie runs at the stripes corner store we was starving
Now we eating steak, ain't going back to eating Ramón
I ain't eating on no noodles, u can come and eat this dick
Better suck that shit good, not u know I'm getting pissed
I ain't even finna argue with u, f*ck up out my crib
Had to cut that hoe off cause I ain't stressing bout a bitch
Rather stress about the paper, cause u know I'm motivated
Always catch me dedicated
I just pray to God I make it
And right now I'm getting faded
Always sipping with the ladies
Used to sip them Four Lokos now I'm drinking on the greatest
Had to cut the liquor off, still tho I can't stop to smoke
And the weed in my lungs u can tell by how I talk
Always speaking on my name but I bet that they don't know
When I catch him up in person bitch it's best u got ur pole
If u don't then just know, thats a red light
We pop outside at night, thats ur bed time
Cruising round the block, with the tec-9
Free my nigga BMB doing fed time
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
Hit up Neiman Marcus drop a rack just for the kicks
Youngin on the rise finna own expensive whips
This the life I wanna live ever since I was a kid
Growing up broke no joke it made me sick
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Carlos Mata
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