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hotboyforlife - wish rainer lyrics

intro

yeah rainer, we back at it

hook

hotboys for life
the sh*t in my closet could buy you a crib
rocking attires that sh*t gotta hang
moma is mad she say i dress like hobo
shawty is thick i gotta bone her
she cross me once i gotta ghost her yeah, yeah, yeah
reach for the top they ain’t giving me hands
i get them bands i get too many hands
ain’t had my back so n*gga don’t bro me
ran outa options n*gga don’t call me
my n*ggas is balling, balling
sip on that sprite till they crawlin yeah yeah
my ex calling, flight mode
your n*ggas is talking my n*ggas on action, we take your sh*t we ain’t asking
stop with the drama
do my revenge i ain’t waiting for karma
if i send a hit it’s a coffin no comma
snakеs in my grass boy i bought me a lawnmower
dash on the bеat man i cannot go slomo
fighting for broads n*gga that’s lowlow
know i’m a savage can’t f*ck with my bro bro
verse 1

i give no f*ck bout the price i like it i cop it
i’m capping, i rap like i’m rich but i’m broke as a b*tch
ride with a hammer like bob the builder
i got mania i ran outa meds
better watch your tone cause i ride with a pole
got me feeling like po i’m the chosen one
i just came in the game but now i’m the captain like morgan
boy i heal all my scars like logan
if i hit up your hood you gon play by my rules
i came to be king i cannot be kinged
i been balling like two three rip two four
i know you don’t get it but f*ck it
i drop h*lla bars, they call my sh*t garbage
can’t say in my face cause you know i’m a savage
hop on the beat and i turn to the reaper
jack in the box how i came in the game
gimme some sp*ce fore i step in your face, you in the game not in my stage
you in the, you in the
you in the game but not on my stage
think that you n*gga i’ll break you, what what what
yeah, n*gga i’ll break you, break you
keep it real n*ggas know i ain’t faking
hood full of snakes but they walking on they feet
n*ggas be losing they’re screws i keep me a tool
hop on a beat and i turn to a maniac
my bro got that chrome like android, android
act like my brother but he my contender
n*ggas is fake pretenders, snakes
pretenders
hook

hotboys for life
the sh*t in my closet could buy you a crib
rocking attires that sh*t gotta hang
moma is mad she say i dress like hobo
shawty is thick i gotta bone her
she cross me once i gotta ghost her yeah, yeah, yeah
reach for the top they ain’t giving me hands
i get them bands i get too many hands
ain’t had my back so n*gga don’t bro me
ran outa options n*gga don’t call me
my n*ggas is balling, balling
sip on that sprite till they crawlin yeah yeah
my ex callin, flight mode
your n*ggas is talking my n*ggas on action, we take your sh*t we ain’t asking
stop with the drama
do my revenge i ain’t waiting for karma
if i send a hit it’s a coffin no comma
snakes in my grass boy i bought me a lawnmower
dash on the beat man i cannot go slomo
fighting for broads n*gga that’s lowlow
know i’m a savage can’t f*ck with my bro bro

verse 2
plug all my n*ggas i don’t lock doors, locks doors
they tryna drown me i float like a boat
taking the lead i feel a boss
he wanna fight me get turned to a ghost
shooting my shots in games ain’t missing
i make mistakes that’s what makes me a human
i can’t believe all these n*ggas like rumors
if i can’t buy it i sn*tch it
this is my year i been ballin stephen
all of my lessons i learned the hard way, hard way
f*ck the instructions i’m doin it my way, i’m doin it my way
rapping too hard this sh*t in veins
i wrote this verse in my sleep, sleep
step over n*ggas got blood on my sneakers
k!lling these beats on a regular
ain’t talking bout money don’t call on my cellular
i got papers in my medulla, gwap
sh*t in my cup is medical, sprite
claiming he real but he changed for the coochie
fight for my dreams give a f*ck bout a hoe
i keep on thuggin, i’ll make it i know it
shawty ain’t real ima f*ck then i’m going
lead all my people i’m feeling like moses
die if he acting i’m moving with roaches
soo hard to trust man these n*ggas is bogus
i got the talent y’all know i was born for this
making my moves
breaking the rules
flowing too hard make you jump hit the roof
he finna die if he think i’m a goof
love for my dawg i’m like em and he’s proof
love for my dawg i’m like em and he’s proof

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