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glockboy bobo - got me hot كلمات أغنية

[intro]
frrt, frrr
(dj mil_ticket)
(goldchains, n_gga)
frrr
(they got wooskii on the mix)
mm
frrr, frrr, frrr
n_ggas got me hot
uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
i walked out the crib, got in a bl!ck_out, lame_ass n_ggas done got my lo’ (grr)
who the f_ck dropped it, though? who the f_ck wanna see me dead? i’m heated, bro
all in my ear like, “blow, k!ll everything, these n_ggas gotta go” (they gotta go)
aborted mission last time y’all came for me, munyun, gotta spend some more (brr)
og nervous for me, say i’m movin’ too fast out here, i’m hurtin’ her (hurtin’ her)
i’m gon’ belt to ass, og, you knowin’ your son don’t give a f_ck (know i’ma bl!ck they ass)
know too much about me, backdoor vibes for sure, they give enough (woo)
how the f_ck you pull up three, four shooters and miss every shot? that sh_t was tough (that sh_t embarassing)

[verse]
put this rappin’ sh_t on hold right now, you know i’m finna play the trenches (know i’m finna play the trenches)
won’t drop another song ’til a n_gga drop, they know i’ma stand on business (business, n_gga)
n_ggas don’t play with me, every time they pull up playin’, i’ma get to bl!ckin’ (frr, frr, frr, frr)
i red tape n_ggas, when i spin, n_ggas don’t get back up, you trippin’
i ain’t been f_ckin’ hoes, my d_ck only been gettin’ hard when i get a lo’ (go)
can’t wait to catch what’s_his_name, put a doc on him, make his fat ass gigolo (grr)
i f_cked jas and mira, they besties, just told jasmine keep it low (shh)
f_ck your shooters, my shooters better, i’ma show you what to do when you get a lo’ (go)
splatt gon’ spin and spin some more, we throw 4s like angelo
i can f_ck on her when i want to, that’s my sh_t, we over, though (we done)
i told bro just throw me an assist, he need me, i’ll be the one to score
cut me off, i couldn’t be faithful, she ain’t wanna feel that sh_t no more
i don’t wanna talk no more, n_gga, spin about it, get in the field, go shot for shot (shot)
then my brodie died, had to go lay two more belts, sh_t, i was hot
how you gon’ slide and balance this rap sh_t, blow? some point, you gotta stop
i’m gettin’ too big in the city, n_ggas wanna knock me off, they want a spot
they think somebody in my circle backdoor, that sh_t hurt my feelings (go)
like who the f_ck can i trust? i thought folks ‘nem wanted to see me winnin’ (winnin’)
it is what it is for sure, until i’m gone, they know i’ma keep on spinnin’ (keep on spinnin’)
ain’t no pushin’ peace ’til he gone, they let me walk, it’s a lot more k!llin’
[chorus]
i walked out the crib, got in a bl!ck_out, lame_ass n_ggas done got my lo’ (they got me hot)
who the f_ck dropped it, though? who the f_ck wanna see me dead? i’m heated, bro (heated)
all in my ear like, “blow, k!ll everything, these n_ggas gotta go” (frrt, frrt)
aborted mission last time y’all came for me, munyun, gotta spend some more
og nervous for me, say i’m movin’ too fast out here, i’m hurtin’ her (uh_uh)
i’m gon’ belt to ass, og, you knowin’ your son don’t give a f_ck
know too much about me, backdoor vibes for sure, they give enough
how the f_ck you pull up three, four shooters and miss every shot? that sh_t was tough

[outro]
d_mn, frrt, frrt, frrt
n_ggas missed every shot, hmm, frrt, frrt, frrt

- glockboy bobo

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