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hotel 2 hotel - rocket da goon lyrics

hotel 2 hotel lyrics
[chorus: lyfe harris]
i’ve been moving hotel to hotel
i’m so damb high, [?] i feel
got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]

[verse 1: fat trel]
fat trel!
bad b*tch on my shoulder
bad b*tch, she my chauffeur
average, she not plastic
[?] for that [?]
[?] the range rovers
i just told her call me when it’s over
she in love with a motherf*cking roller
she don’t even come over
rolex bright, like a flashlight
show a p*ssy n*gga what the mac like
never [?] right
she only want [?]
lax like [?]
[?] that’s no laytex
open up the mail, see no paycheck
[?] paychecks [?]
bad b*tch, and she right behind me
shoot [?] down, and catch a body
[?] like the army
[?] tweeking, popping molly
b*tches tweeking, popping molly
[?] geeked up [?]
[?] with the white like [?]
[?] petro
k!ll him for his chain [?]
ugly motherf*cker act loco
catolac [?] with the 44
came to your show, you a no show
[?] p*ssy n*gga with [?]
[chorus: lyfe harris]
i’ve been moving hotel to hotel
i’m so damb high, [?] i feel
got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]

[verse 2: rocket da goon]
trappin out the [?] hotel
got pints coming in off a whole sale
i don’t listen to these stories that these hoes tell
my n*gga selling weed, i think he need some more bails
[?] f*ck it, oh well
cause i found out that he was a b*tch n*gga
i don’t really care if i grew up with you
i can’t even have lunch with my own n*ggas
but f*ck it man, you know how the game go
i’m riding round town, n*gga in a range rover
droppin work off, straight at your front door
born in kingston, but raised in the bando
and i’m pullin all the strings like a banjo
i keep a big gun, just like rambo
got the money backwards, with my eyes closed
i just left a thousand xans with my side ho
got the work, the cops right behind me
shooter with me, got some boddies
got the lean, riding shotty
bad b*tch with me, getting naughty
too geeked up off the xanny bars
told the lil b*tch, take her panties off
i’ve been trappin very hard, since a lil boy
[?] what you juggin for?
i get pints of the lean like it’s [?]
and you know that i’m trappin on any block
i’m riding round town, with any glock
i sleep with one eye open, like i’m fetty wap
[chorus: lyfe harris]
i’ve been moving hotel to hotel
i’m so damb high, [?] i feel
got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]

- rocket da goon lyrics

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