[Lyrics] Blaqbonez – Hot Boy Lyrics

Lyrics
Yeah, uh
Wah?
Badman need no thermometer
Hot from spring to the summertime, yeah (wah?)
Your girl needs this BBC
So I chop her clean like a cannibal (yeah, yeah)
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 oh, think oh, ‘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 summertime, yeah (wah?)
Your girl needs this BBC
So I chop her clean like a cannibal (yeah, yeah)
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, uh
They told me toxic music is sellin’
But this one no be sales, this is real life, tell ’em
Share my pain then I count my blessin’
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 bangin’ body
Diana Eneje come touch this body (uh)
I watch her IG with sound off
‘Cause man don’t want no distractions
Thinkin’ about how she look takin’ backshots
A lot of girls hate me though
But I be in the stu’ pennin’ daily flows
I told her don’t love me too much
But you know these hoes (don’t listen)
Uh, uh, uh (fuckin’ 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 mornin’ 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 sellin’
But this one no be sales, this is real life, tell ’em
Share my pain then I count my blessin’
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