HOT BOY

Yeah, uh

Badman need no thermometer

Hot from spring to the summer time, yeah

Your girl needs is our BBC

So I chop her clean like a cannibal

In case you don't know I be Blaq to the bone

I no be the guy wey the girls go dey jonze

In case you don't know, I don dey smoke igbo

Think o, think o, 'fore you play for my zone, yeah

In case you don't know I be Blaq to the bone

I no be the guy wey the girls them dey jonze

In case you don't know, I don dey smoke igbo

Think o, think o, 'fore you play for my-

Knack am, knack am, knack am teach her carpentry

When I choke her neck she call me majesty

Me no like to chop another person thing

But if she come around I give her BBC

Bomboclaat, me spread her leg like gymnastics

Me part it, eat that booty me nah care if it's plastic

Long as she looks like Nancy Isime, I put that booty in the air

Badman need no thermometer

Hot from spring to the summer time, yeah

Your girl needs is our BBC

So I chop her clean like a cannibal

Yeah, in case you don't know I be Blaq to the bone

I no be the guy wey the girls them dey jonze

In case you don't know, I don dey smoke igbo

Think o, think o, 'fore you play for my zone

You know what you need? A nice hard fuck

That will bring you back to your fucking senses

Jesus Christ, uh

They told me toxic music is selling

But this one no be sales, this is real life, tell 'em

Share my pain then I count my blessing

One track on the album fit be about your girlfriend

Shit is real I don't cuff nobody

Shit that I seen I don't trust nobody

Love nobody

Just need a girl with a banging body

Diana Eneje come touch this body

I watch her IG with sound off

'Cause man don't want no distractions

Thinking about how she look taking backshots

A lot of girls hate me though

But I be in the stu' penning daily flows

I told her don't love me too much

But you know these hoes

Uh, uh, uh fucking asshole

Maybe it's abandonment issues

Might need therapy, someone to see to

My dad left me, mum had to hustle

Let love in the morning just be for our breakfast

Many thing life taught me before eight sharp

I keep many hoes, my life a large acre

Never put a bitch before paper

They told me toxic music is selling

But this one no be sales, this is real life, tell 'em

Share my pain then I count my blessing

One track on the album fit be about your girlfriend

Shit is real I don't cuff nobody

Shit that I seen I don't trust nobody

I don't trust nobody