Hot Boy Lyrics By Blaqbonez

Hot Boy Lyrics By Blaqbonez 

Badman need no thermometer

Hot from spring to the summertime

What your girl needs is a 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 oh, think oh, '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

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 oh, think oh, '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

Ayy, 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

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 (Fuckin' asshole)

Maybe it's abandonment issues

Might need therapy someone to see too

My dad left me mum had to hustle

Let love in the mornin' just before 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!