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hotboii - first of all lyrics

[intro]
first of all, you ain’t got to do that
double o lil’ baby
ain’t lovin’ on no lady
(atl jacob, atl jacob)

[chorus]
first of all, ain’t no rappin’, i got cheese though
if it ain’t the gang, then it’s just me talkin’ rico
so, how these crackers tryna hit me with a rico?
i put a hundred in my clip, no time to reload
‘fore you think ’bout runnin’ up, lil’ boy, go run you some ms
right now, i’m so fired up, i might die tryna live
back when we was jits, remember that sh+t, in the cell they sent me
ain’t no competition, but, [?]
[verse 1]
ain’t know, know why n+ggas hatin’ on me
as the underdog, knew that the sun would shine on me
pick up the phone, oh, sorry, i been down for a week
wolph died, [?] died, it’s been hard to go to sleep, yeah
took it so they weak now
that ain’t nothin’ i tweet about
knew you’d be police and now i wonder what it be about
ever since i was little, you know i always pictured me a star
i don’t even need a guard, we gon’ rock out, know we them boys
i’m adjustin’, ‘justin’ to all of the fame
i just be rollin’, i’m tramplin’ who get in the way
everytime i talk, open my mouth, you gon’ see lemonade
i ain’t lovin’ on no ho, i keep my feelings safe

[verse 2]
still don’t understand it, how you put hoes over family?
i’m, gettin’ loaf like a deli
been rockin’ for, back in the g, could of sworn we was better
when i won, he didn’t clap for me, right there, i knew he was jealous
i don’t wanna do no settlin’, babygirl, i’m married to the game
i got a cougar ho, that sh+t go both ways
[?] know i’ll pop out in dark, catch him, gon’ spray
i ain’t got no heart, so i’m gon’ cut you no spade
bae, even though we mia, [?] he like the way
i ain’t stuntin’ what they say, he just rappin’ game
man, these n+ggas see me comin’, look the other way
[chorus]
first of all, ain’t no rappin’, i got cheese though
if it ain’t the gang, then it’s just me talkin’ rico
so, how these crackers tryna hit me with a rico?
i put a hundred in my clip, no time to reload
‘fore you think ’bout runnin’ up, lil’ boy, go run you some ms
right now, i’m so fired up, i might die tryna live
back when we was jits, remember that sh+t, in the cell they sent me
ain’t no competition, but, [?]

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