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B.T.B.O.A.N
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Hip-Hop/Rap
B.T.B.O.A.N was released on September 5, 2025 by ROYALE ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album SINNERS
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AlbumSINNERS
Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelROYALE ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
cecilio devon Joseph
cecilio devon Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Michael siai
Anthony Michael siai
Producer

Lyrics

Hello, anyone
Beat the Brakes off a **** like, uh
Hit the Brakes on the Rari, I skrrt
Wishin bad on my health ya need church
Wishin bad on myself it don't work
Think they mad, I sored passed
And I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, ****
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Got big dreams coming up
Got rid of couple yes men, they ain't know enough
Friends triple when you blowing up
Say you don't care for the ghost, but you showing up
Back back, gimme distance
Got a knack for putting **** on the hit list
I got a knack for putting bitches on the wish list
Turn your misses to a mistress in tic tics
optics, walk up in the crib like hie kids
They like, no he didn't
Yes, bitch, I did
Shot glass, toast to your mama with her fine ass
**** all type, mad ever since I shot past
Breakdown, this ain't they style, this my 8th now
Oh, you Aced out, Aced out, Aced out
Aye now
Watch the breakdown, let the bass out
Hate now? **** hatin now? hold the weight down
We gon' have em boogie'ing now
If you ain't trying to boogie, sit your mark ass down
You dont want the guys all up on you on neck like cellos
So when the gang signs get thrown, stay mellow
Beat the Brakes off a **** like, uh
Hit the brakes on that Rari I skirt
Wishin' bad on my health ya need church
Wishin' bad on myself, it wont work
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
You ain't never been to the trenches or ghetto
You ain't seen that shit
But get the pictures when I paint em
Cause I mean that shit
I have you **** red dotted if I green that shit
Bullets hit like harpoons, sit em in a pool
That's a vacay to heaven gates, hell of a move
Tell em **** gon' choose how they wanna lose
Twin V's form W's and they come in twos
We gon' shoot the party up, tuck your Barbie up
Turn the cardi up, let bullets rage at the party bus
Jewels saudied up too much bacardi
Hardy, hardy, he think he naughty
I dread havin' smoke him like he a Marley
We Rastafari
R.I.P. Dom, he be my guardy
Who wanna guard me?
Still droppin' 40
And I ain't sorry, but you'll be sorry
**** gotta pay just to get passed
And pray tonight I don't run into your bitch ass
Beat the brakes off a **** like ugh
Hit the brakes on the rari I Skrrr
Wishing bad on my health you need Church
Wishing bad on myself, don't work
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, ya herd
Written by: cecilio devon Joseph
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