Hotboii - Imma Be Fine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Hotboii - Imma Be Fine (en) Lyrics
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I'mma be fine, handle all my business
Have my jeweler freeze time,
he a mass magician
All the real niggas gone,
I'm the last livin'
Long as money talkin', ain't
gon' do no bad business
Group of pretty ones, fit
'em in the Phantom
They all super pretty, it don't
matter who the baddest
Do it and be done, just
never do it average
Was poor, so I never apologize
for livin' lavish
I been on caffeine, no ecstasy
PR didn't wan' let me breathе,
they want my feet
Brand new Glock 23, all
I'm missin' is key
Gotta mask up, it's snow,
don't know how to ski
Can you plеase leave?
Don't want you here
Got another one on the way
and she probably near
If I tell her that I love
her, she under my spell
If I go to hell right now,
then she comin' in here
Say you know that's your job,
'cause your a fuckin' simp
Never beef about no broad,
make that fuckin' clear
Got her surfin' with the stars,
she can't even swim
I'm four thirty-eight, four
L till I'm in the air
She gon' fuck me ASAP,
I'm Rocky as hell
Got a blizzard on me, trippin'
like the Himalayas
Mix and matchin' my designers,
drippin' different layers
I tried to show you I'm not them,
we two different players
Rockys in my ring hittin', you'd
think that I'm boxin'
From the start on that couch, 'cause
you niggas be floggin'
Man, you fuck niggas like hip,
the way you niggas not Z
I swear to you I'm handicapped
if I ain't throwin' zombie
Nothin' but pretty bitches
on me, ears lookin' ugly
She said, "When you in Orlando,
you don't even be stuntin' me"
Brought me way out to Miami, boy,
you must don't trust me
First for one I ever trust
you, he must be a dummy
Finally let me out that cell,
I finally got my groove back
I been tryna step on shit, give
me my fuckin' shoes back
Homeboy, if you was a old
rat then you's a new rat
Loyalty ain't what it used to
be, like how we lose that?
Industry like wrestlin', ain't nobody
doin' none of they stunts
Where I'm from, you say it's
up, then it'll be up
We was shootin' out the light
poles, duckin' up the cut
Only time you probably see a face
is when we sparkin' up the blunt
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