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• Artiste: Hotboii
• Titre: 2 Much
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All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it Boom, boom (Yeah) Boom, boom, boom, boom Ayy, VVS, you forgot to hit Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire right there I got too much goin' on I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin' I get fly on my lonely with no copilots Don't know 'bout it I got all these bitches, I don't know 'bout them I been wanted to quit, but I ain't throw the towel in (Yeah) Now look at the jit, now I got million-dollar deals (Yeah) I won't air-ball, swear I'm gon' hit 'em by the rim I'm on Addеrall, I fell in love with how it feel Gotta keep the tool, I feel in lovе with how it drill (Yeah) Hot, cut the fan on, it's not a fire drill (Ayy) Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how I live (Ayy) Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how it feel I do not cut the fan on 'cause I ain't got no chill You can't touch it like you Cosby 'cause you ain't got no bills (Yeah) Still had to leave that lil' ho in the rear Do you remember I told all you niggas this my year? Twenty-fifth, I'm out-rappin' these niggas like a gift But still, they ain't real, they don't feel how I feel They don't feel how I feel Oh, they don't feel how I feel I ain't even trippin' 'bout, ayy, I'm tryna get a nigga killed Ayy, but lil' Trap told me to chill Ayy, I swear this rappin' is my gift, hobby These rappers, they don't want me chillin' in the lobby I just want them M's, I ain't lovin' on nobody I got too much goin' on (Too much) I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song (Talkin' 'bout pain) Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own (Walked through the rain) I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home (I run with K) All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it (His respect) I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies (Don't know these men) I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin' (Don't need no co) I get fly on my lonely with no copilots