- HOTBOII Crazy Thoughts 歌词
- HOTBOII
- Hot cut the
Fan on (Beat through this, G5)
I said Hot cut the (Yo, Knock, this what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Fan on
Hot cut the fan on
I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met
I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin'
I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?
If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse
You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet
Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me
Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes
You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday
Ride thе foreign, but he spinnin' in a Forte
Put my four-fivе in her Birkin, they don't search bae
She wanna have a lil' baby like I'm Mark James
No way, got wordplay like a board game
But no, I ain't even got no words for nobody
If you ain't ready for to die when we slide
Then you need to get the **** from around
Opps opp together
Birds of an opp opp together
You ain't heard? One stone, two birds drop together
Either the Glock or the chop, I do not do Berettas
And if it's pleas that he cop, I am not gon' accept them
Why he hatin' on me? I don't even really care
They be plottin' on me, but I ain't goin' nowhere
I put everybody on E, but my gas tank filled
Sip lean on the road to riches, I woke up and we was there
It's kinda hard to trust these bitches, I can't help this how I feel
They don't even be wantin' me for me, want me because I'm him
I know they heard I got a bag, must've heard I got a deal
I ain't satisfied by where I'm at, but I'm glad I made it here
Sippin' on Belaire, I feel it help me think
I pop the top when I face the mic and I vent 'bout everything
Hotboii, I'm goin' everywhere and ain't nowhere that I can't
'Cause we brought that light, even all through the night
I be runnin' with the fire, know it's me
I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met
I done moved on and I ain't thinkin' 'bout reversin'
I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?
If you can fill my heart up with some love, I'd fill your purse
You rockin' with the opps and I ain't even in a hearse yet
Test me to my heart, I ain't gon' lie, that shit there hurt me
Thinkin' 'bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes
You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday
I be cuttin' up in traffic like I'm road rage
Double O baby, never know names
Double O, lil' baby
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