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hotel nightclub. - keoni lee lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, who made the beat?
ade made the beat)
oak$hawn
yeah
yeah
ok, look

[verse 1: oak$hawn]:
aye
sippin’ on lean, while i’m smokin’ on cannabis
ain’t no way you can handle it
aye
f*ck is a middleman?
i was born to chase guap & get dividends
i be living my life, ain’t regrettin’ sh*t
give a f*ck about a little petty b*tch
she be suckin’ d*ck * just to swallow sh*t
aye
huh, b*tch
so what are we into?
shoppin’ at louis, i got me a bag
just look what i been through
cop me two ounces and selling it fast
a n*gga be outchea’
like a n*gga be right there
young n*gga be everywhere, aye
she f*ck with my melodies
and that bittie a baddie with double d’s
i don’t fwu * you are not company
you my son * b*tch, look up to me
aye, aye
a n*gga be speeding impala
chasin’ this guala
speeding, lookin’ like a greedy ass demon
live my life, yeah, just like a young demon
fill ya b*tch up, with h*lla s*m*n
you know, yeah * i beat it, beat it
mission, yeah
yes, a n*gga do complete it
‘member nights when i was locked up in a cell
swear to god, yeah that sh*t was a h*ll
had to fall back, yes * did prevail
got the win, never going back to h*ll
gotta get it, gotta really show and tell
oh * get to the money, oak
back in school, yeah, he never made honor roll
but he made it some way, chase a pot of gold
it’s a will and a way, so we make it bro
make it to the top is where we gotta go
i stay focused on workin’ * & focused and workin’ on getting my dreams
while you sleeping hoe
[bridge: oak$hawn]:
and i’m cautious, so i do not sleep alone
and my conscience told me you not trusted bro
and i’m making this money, like sh*t isn’t funny
i advise you to never go tell a joke
and i heard you plottin’
got you in my scope
got you in my f*ckin’ interscope
we ‘gon catch you on the inner coast
knock you out the f*ckin’ outer coast

[refrain: oak$hawn]:
you outta bounds & you be telling lies
i don’t trust you f*ckin’ other guys
i don’t trust you f*ckin’ other guys
me and ade we a f*ckin’ god
we the f*ckin’ team * the f*ckin’ mob
i don’t trust you f*ckin’ other guys
you outta bounds & you be telling lies

[verse 2: keoni lee]:
brodie’s ain’t homies
n*ggas ‘gon say they they ‘yo brodie
n*gga, i was d*mn near homeless
you ain’t even try to pick up phone calls
told me to get out the pit * i was bummy
that sh*t * made me feel like i was nothing
so i had to boss up & get money
i be like “where is my daddy?”
mommy got problems, n0body ain’t help her
you was acting stingy for nothing
hunnid racks & you ain’t even throw me a crumble
it’s okay, yeah baby, i’ma be humble
soon as you fumble, i can’t think about picking up you
n*ggas be local
soon to be global, so i gotta hustle
you know i gotta go and get it
young n*gga on a mission
got that mac in the back, like i’m diddy kong
when i get on the beat, i turn feelings off
it’s a keoni lee & adizzy song
these n*ggas be talkin’ * rosetta stone
these b*tches be h*rny & home alone
put this d*ck down her throat, like mcdonald’s straw
i was the man as a kid & all
but i’m not a kid, i don’t kid at all
call me keoni, not keenan & kel
you know i whip maserati cars
these n*ggas be cappin’
they cap*alot
i used to trap a lot, on the block
& i still trap a lot, on the block
like i’m le’bron, i’ma superstar
l*like i’m will smith, i’ma superstar
l*l*like i’m keoni, a superstar
aye

- keoni lee lyrics

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