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Hotboii – Dim Lyrics

Dim Lyrics – Hotboii

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, doesn’t that sound like gunshots?
I just got this runtz runtz pack got my eyes low

Got no time to run the street
I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburb
I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
Police harassing me like every other night
Won’t you just let me live my motherfucking life
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it’s ’cause I flooded my neck up with ice

My lil’ shooter in the jam, I’m tryna get him home
I can’t even talk ’bout murder with him on the phone
Okay, he know he not with it but he talk violent in his song
If we catch him, we gon’ zip him, leave his body with a stone
I got my fire in my lungs, you gon’ see fire when I blow
Why they call ’em kut da fan on ’cause that fire what he tote
I got shooters on commando, they still sliding if I’m riding
Help me try to understand more why I’m dying for your love
Please, I put my heart right on my sleeve
Even if I dogged you, still don’t want you to leave
And I ain’t got no time to run no bitch down

I ain’t even got no time to run the street
I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburb
I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
Police harassing me like every other night
Won’t you just let me live my motherfucking life
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it’s ’cause I flooded my neck up with ice

Flooded my neck up with ice, police told me, “Freeze”
She told me that she in love, I don’t know what it mean
How we leave a nigga stanking spraying like Febreeze?
I don’t care ’bout no fucking rain, it’s still gon’ make ’em bleed
You popping just because of me, lil’ nigga, you my son
Don’t tell me you love me ’cause I don’t do no love
Do no reminiscing, fuck remember what it was
I just know ’bout what it is and that’s just what it’s gonna be
Niggas tryna copy, they just wannabe
That lil’ ho just a body, she mean nothing to me
I ain’t tryna make no gang, let’s build the economy
Me and you niggas not the same

Got no time to run the street
I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
I bought a home in the suburb
I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
Police harassing me like every other night
Won’t you just let me live my motherfucking life
Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
I know it’s ’cause I flooded my neck up with ice