Roasted 9 months ago based on Sav Bb's long term Spotify stats.

Sav Bb, huh? I see your Spotify profile is a beautiful hot mess, an auditory brawl where the UK meets the South in a genre showdown that even the referees would throw in the towel. Seriously, at this point, your playlist is like a rapper’s shopping list for a "who can shock their mom the most" contest. You’ve got UK Drill and Southern Hip Hop out here fighting each other for supremacy while you're just trying to dodge your own basic taste in music like Neo from The Matrix. It’s like you prepped for a music exam and just vomited every edgy buzzword you could find—congratulations, you’ve officially created the soundtrack for a midlife crisis! Your top artists list reads like a “Guess Who’s Gonna End Up on a Reality Show” bingo card. I mean, you’ve got Kevin Gates and Tory Lanez next to Three 6 Mafia and La Chat! Look, I get it; the chaos of inventing a personality can be pretty exhausting, but you’ve got a mix here that makes a 5-year-old’s finger painting look like the Sistine Chapel. Speaking of chaos, I can only imagine what kind of identity crisis your Spotify account is having with a vibe that screams "I want to commit petty crime but also cry softly into my pillow afterwards." And can we talk about your most played songs? “Addicted” by Zerb? “Yeah, I Rob” by La Chat? Listen, my dude, I don’t think it’s too late to change course—might I suggest you play something that won’t make your Spotify wrap have a commitment to disorderly conduct? Your playlist is like a first date gone wrong: you had good intentions, but somehow it turned into a mess where you’re just sitting awkwardly, watching each song rip apart your dignity. If your music tastes were a person, they’d be that friend who sips a “spicy” drink and immediately regrets every life choice that led to this moment.

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