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hotboii – all i know lyrics

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[intro]
hot cut the fan on, ayy, yeah
double o lil’ baby, b+tch
(atl jacob, atl jacob)
uh

[pre+chorus]
all i know run up the check
i’ma do that ’til i’m dead
nah, ain’t never gon’ stop
booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck
and i be covered in snot
i’m a boss+ass n+gga, can’t sit on the phone, lil’ thot
ho, is you f+ckin’ or not?
for some my n+ggas all they know beat up the pot
i’m tryna get all of ’em out

[chorus]
like, oh sh+t
got a switch on the glock
i don’t know sh+t, how yo’ mans get popped?
i’m frozen, iced out, oh lord
i’m the coldest, why they be callin’ me hot?
sh+t i been did they be tryna re+route
last n+gga ran up on the gang, he flopped
in the h+llcat, n+gga, i don’t see cops
spot ’em, i got ’em, but i don’t beatbox
[verse]
i don’t beatbox, spot ’em, got ’em, yeah, but i don’t beatbox
stick got dirty again, re+wash
leave a n+gga again in the window rear bar
all this money out here, beefin’ over hoes
things wrapped in a beatbox
all these commas out here, n+ggas gettin’ shows
said, “f+ck corona fever”
hotboii froze the store with a heater
these hollows, they hot, and diamonds can not
they’ll change that gangsta whole demeanor
n+ggas talk smoke, never rolled a reefer
can’t turn no hoe to a household
i know all these hoes so deceivin’
i know i had to turn around my whole demeanor
i used her throat just to hold my s+m+n
i had told people, “don’t leave me,” they left, i ain’t give up
n+gga, you ain’t came where i came from
no life, vvs lit up
i can get a n+gga wet, lit up
all the dead opps get lit up
we done got the crowd all lit up
like bullets flyin’ all in the club

[pre+chorus]
all i know run up the check
i’ma do that ’til i’m dead
nah, ain’t never gon’ stop
booger baguettes, they fall from my nose to my neck
and i be covered in snot
i’m a boss+ass n+gga, can’t sit on the phone, lil’ thot
ho, is you f+ckin’ or not?
for some my n+ggas all they know beat up the pot
i’m tryna get all of ’em out
[chorus]
like, oh sh+t
got a switch on the glock
i don’t know sh+t, how yo’ mans get popped?
i’m frozen, iced out, oh lord
i’m the coldest, why they be callin’ me hot?
sh+t i been did they be tryna re+route
last n+gga ran up on the gang, he flopped
in the h+llcat, n+gga, i don’t see cops
spot ’em, i got ’em, but i don’t beatbox

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