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letra de is it my - hotboy freek

[intro: billionaire black, fbg duck & ]
woah (whoo, whoo)

freek, what up?
three, what up? let’s get it ()
maybe it’s the designer ()
ayy, maybe ’cause i got clout ()
i think ’cause i’m a young rich n-gga ()
woah, let’s get it

[chorus: hotboy freek]
now is it my designer why these b-tches choosin’? (i don’t know)
now is it my persona why these b-tches goin’? (b-tches goin’)
i don’t know if it’s the money, but these b-tches choosin’ (your b-tch is choosin’)
but my n-ggas at the top, my team is never losin’ (we never losin’)
now is it ’cause i’m bussin’ jugs these b-tches goin’? (jugs, jugs, jugs)
now is it ’cause i’m blowin’ dope these b-tches choosin’? (bah, bah, bah, baow)
i don’t know if it’s the foreign, but these b-tches choosin’
hater heard we’re at the top, my team is never losin’ (that dopey-dope)
[verse 1: hotboy freek]
now i be rockin’ gucci, louie, polo, pelle (designer)
and all the bad b-tches in the town, they know me (all them b-tches know me)
for trappin’ out the bando and i’m gettin’ money (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
keep the poley on me, hater-ers is my on me
now all my n-ggas foreign blowin’ dopey-dope
and you can keep that reggie, blowin’ potent smoke (pow, pow, pow, pow)
hotboy, ask your b-tch, she got me on her list
double cup, crushed ice with the actavis (skrrt, skrrt)
now all the thotianas out here tryna blow me
shorty mixed with redbone, but don’t even know me
hit me a l!ck on my telephone, two beans, molly water, and my styrofoam
10k for the d-ck, let’s get it on, thotiana, it’s dahlia, got me in zone

[chorus: hotboy freek & billionaire black]
now is it my designer why these b-tches choosin’? (i don’t know)
now is it my persona why these b-tches goin’? (b-tches goin’)
i don’t know if it’s the money, but these b-tches choosin’ (your b-tch is choosin’)
but my n-ggas at the top, my team is never losin’ (we never losin’)
now is it ’cause i’m bussin’ jugs these b-tches goin’? (jugs, jugs, jugs)
now is it ’cause i’m blowin’ dope these b-tches choosin’? (woah)
i don’t know if it’s the foreign, but these b-tches choosin’ (what up, freek? one hundred)
hater heard we’re at the top, my team is never losin’ (that dopey-dope)

[verse 2: billionaire black]
maybe it’s the fendi, maybe it’s the gucci (gucci)
maybe it’s the louie why she wanna chew me (chew me)
b-tch, i’m billion black, my life is like a movie (like a movie)
hundred shots up in the clip, now watch me squeeze this uzi (brrat-brrat, brrat-brrat, brrat-brrat, brrat)
maybe it’s the truey, maybe it’s the prada (maybe it’s prada)
got these b-tches on my d-ck, my swag hotter than lava (whoo, whoo)
got your b-tch p-ssy wet just like some water (let’s get it)
got a four of that purp’ up in the baby bottle (let’s get it)
b-tch, i’m swagged out, shout out to my plug (swag, swag, swag, swag)
i’m flexin’, i’m finessin’, know i’m bussin’ jugs (flex and finesse, flex and finesse)
money on my mind, n-gga, i’ma get it (band up)
n-gga sneak dissin’, couple sh-lls in his fitted (woah, woah), gang
[chorus: hotboy freek & fbg duck]
now is it my designer why these b-tches choosin’? (i don’t know)
now is it my persona why these b-tches goin’? (b-tches goin’)
i don’t know if it’s the money, but these b-tches choosin’ (your b-tch is choosin’)
but my n-ggas at the top, my team is never losin’ (we never losin’)
now is it ’cause i’m bussin’ jugs these b-tches goin’? (jugs, jugs, jugs)
now is it ’cause i’m blowin’ dope these b-tches choosin’? (bah, bah, bah, baow)
i don’t know if it’s the foreign, but these b-tches choosin’ (whoo)
hater heard we’re at the top, my team is never losin’ (turn up, d-mn)

[verse 3: fbg duck]
hoes know i’m the sh-t, that’s why they tryna meet me (whoo, whoo)
but they can’t come around if they not kind of freaky (true, turn up)
girl, you know you wanna f-ck me while you tryna flex
but i don’t want the p-ssy, i prefer the neck
is it ’cause i rap or is it ’cause i’m flee?
or maybe it’s just ’cause she know i’m fbg (gang)
shout out to my block, b-tch, that’s 063 (st. lawrence, st. lawrence, st. lawrence)
my shooters, they don’t play, they tote them glocks for me (boom, boom, boom, grrah)
n-ggas think i’m lackin’, n-ggas think this sweet
until they run up on me, then it’s r.i.p
i just f-cked your girlfriend, n-gga, last week (thotty)
but you can have her back ’cause that b-tch really weak (gang, turn up)

- hotboy freek

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