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hotboii - bad news lyrics

[verse]
i just got a bad phone call, bad news
isolate myself, i’m headin’ to the bathroom
just to let some steam off, i got to write it
if i stay ’round all these n+ggas in this b+tch, then, i’ma fight it
i done fought so many times in one week that it ain’t right
i been stayin’ up late night thinkin’ ’bout life
i really wanna buy you anything that you like
but, do you like me, or is the fame what you like?
had a bad phone call, i heard that my n+gga ‘nem got roped off, that’s the word
yeah, you say your ridin’, and it sound like you do
but, i know you ain’t ridin’, you be lyin’ like you do
i know what’s up with you
you know i’m that n+gga in the streets
you wanted me, start with you
i had a plan b, and c, that’s a couple too
and, if b don’t work, then, i’m goin’ straight to c
and if c don’t work, then, i’m droppin’ straight d
was tryna stop switchin’ [?], i had to retire
f+ck n+gga, your rap gamе off, you need to retire
includin’ you, i had so many n+ggas tryin’ to reach out
thеy ain’t f+ck with me, but, now they on they knees now, haha
why these rap n+ggas so funny to me?
remember i was the underdog, and now they under me
ain’t n0body give me sh+t but a cold shoulder
if i wasn’t who i was that day, i woud’ve frozed over
any b+tches ain’t gon’ ride, they got no motive
“hotboii, yous should’ve just listened when your bros told you”
yeah, i know, yeah, i seen your ass when i grown older
i like my b+tches how the [?] with no order
“hotboii, you got that flow, boy”
[?] you know, boy
it’s a whole lot of piranhas in the o, boy
and if this rap sh+t don’t work, then i’m a dope boy
i been thinkin’ bout my future, it’s been lookin’ bright
facetime me with that p+ssy wet, just lookin’ like
[?] ridin’ past the [?] to my right
baby girl, can you get with the butcher knife?
look left, look right ‘fore you cross a n+gga
they gon’ let this rap sh+t come and boss a n+gga
ho, that p+ssy ain’t too tight [?]
lil’ green b+tch, i don’t know how i blessed you with a son
you asleep, i was in the booth, round two [?]
you would think i got adhd, i’m always doin’ somethin’
but, i weren’t doin’ nothin’, countin’ money or doin’ her
she know i’m a dog to be the bone, and i’ma chew it up
label me abusive ’cause i beat the clock too
right before the buzzer, [?] drop too
why i got to go hard? ’cause i’m not you, i got to
baby, if you hand around thots, you a thot too
i like to beat chops too
just so i can feel it out yo’ mama, i don’t chop boo
she just wanna kick it, hold me down, how i hold another, she can wait a minute
that’s the same b+tch, when i was hittin’ it, i was stayin’ in it
oh, i got you litty? don’t ever forget it
everything happen for a reason
i’ma ball out for a season

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