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Broke Boy Summer Video (MV)




Performed By: Thorb
Length: 2:13
Written by: Ryan Thorbjornsen




Thorb - Broke Boy Summer Lyrics
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Hide the money y'all
There's poor people around
With ya broke ass
Throw ya wallet out the way
Catch a vibe with me
I'm feeling rich
See the money stay alive in me
I can't really tell what's going on in my city
Rather throw me out the whip
Than try to ride with me
It's all good though
Ya little jive turkey
They don't want a sip water when it's still murky
But underneath it been a diamond though
The boy shining every time with this rhyming hoe
I got a whole lotta talent
But talent get overlooked
The win coming soon
They won't wonder what it took
Only love it when they benefit
Yeah they coming over when it's easy
But I'd rather have 'em Benedict
The end of it is coming
Fake shit is dying
When you in a jungle
You could tell who really lion
I could do it with my eyes closed
Cause I done fought through all the highs, lows
But f*ck it imma kick it with the bros
I don't need no paper for that
The team heading to the moon
And we ain't making it back
I got a old school flow the way I'm sending the facts
And when I do sign, make it the max
But for now it's a
Broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a
Time to get the record straight
You ain't never seen her titties
Yet you standing there on second base
Yeah your numbers imma triple that
Cause when I'm home they all run
I'm major league to ya whiffle bat
I get rid of that
Yeah I get rid of y'all
Glove glove every time I ad mitt it all
Okay wait let me dumb this down
If y'all cap, I'm the one with gowns
So let me graduate
I don't need the money quick
I been glad to wait
All my goals finna hit I never had a date
Y'all been putting shot clocks on the vision
Know what it is
Don't pretend when it isn't
Yeah I know the fake from the real
The contract of the deal
And every layer they ain't trying to peel
And saying ten toes down but they live on they heels
But the boy never knew it feel
I'm just living for the
Broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
Why is that man
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Hide the money y'all
There's poor people around
With ya broke ass
Throw ya wallet out the way
Catch a vibe with me
I'm feeling rich
See the money stay alive in me
I can't really tell what's going on in my city
Rather throw me out the whip
Than try to ride with me
It's all good though
Ya little jive turkey
They don't want a sip water when it's still murky
But underneath it been a diamond though
The boy shining every time with this rhyming hoe
I got a whole lotta talent
But talent get overlooked
The win coming soon
They won't wonder what it took
Only love it when they benefit
Yeah they coming over when it's easy
But I'd rather have 'em Benedict
The end of it is coming
Fake shit is dying
When you in a jungle
You could tell who really lion
I could do it with my eyes closed
Cause I done fought through all the highs, lows
But f*ck it imma kick it with the bros
I don't need no paper for that
The team heading to the moon
And we ain't making it back
I got a old school flow the way I'm sending the facts
And when I do sign, make it the max
But for now it's a
Broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a
Time to get the record straight
You ain't never seen her titties
Yet you standing there on second base
Yeah your numbers imma triple that
Cause when I'm home they all run
I'm major league to ya whiffle bat
I get rid of that
Yeah I get rid of y'all
Glove glove every time I ad mitt it all
Okay wait let me dumb this down
If y'all cap, I'm the one with gowns
So let me graduate
I don't need the money quick
I been glad to wait
All my goals finna hit I never had a date
Y'all been putting shot clocks on the vision
Know what it is
Don't pretend when it isn't
Yeah I know the fake from the real
The contract of the deal
And every layer they ain't trying to peel
And saying ten toes down but they live on they heels
But the boy never knew it feel
I'm just living for the
Broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
It's a broke boy summer
Brain got dumber
Ex still bitch had to change my number
Yet the boy still the man and you know it
He a poet
Y'all like to talk about money and never show it
Why is that man
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Writer: Ryan Thorbjornsen
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