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letra de hotel room (future) - bluntuhh

chorus:
hotel room chillin’ with my f-ckin’ dudes
hotel room chillin’ with some f-ckin’ brews
hotel room chillin’ with some f-ckin’ boos
b-tch turn on your tv; i’m the f-ckin’ news

verse 1:
yeah, we just started buzzin’; schwayze
yeah, we makin’ paper, dozens; jay-z
yeah, puffin’ on green; the room all hazy
yeah, the roof is talking- “raise me.”
sittin’ here, chillin’, hittin’ the bong
f-ck your girl not even take off her thong
just push it aside, let her f-ckin’ p-ssy ride
sh-ts all quiet till i’m inside
yeah, goin’ harder than ever before
f-ck her once, get up, and show her right to the exit door
what’s her name?
i don’t know
but i do know she knows how to blow
so i phone a home like carter though
and think of the places we could go, yeah
i think we could go pretty far with this
people saying we go crazy hard with this
they’ll always be out there tryna diss, kinda p-ssed
p-ssed cause they ain’t been a part of this
well, listen
cl-ss is dismissed

chorus

verse 2:
this life is a dichotomy
and i hope that i finally see
the happiness beneath the trees
i sit in my room drinking all night
bad b-tches still coming over; no polite
forreal, take off all your clothes
drop it to the floor
i bet your -ss is known
mowing b-tches down like i’m al capone
hittin’ me on my celly phone
wishin’ they could have everything i own
yo, don’t throw me no bone
i’m making more bank sitting here
on my well deserved thrown
we’ll lay in bed all day and take shots of patron
but until then, wait, let me write and put on
you really think you know me, huh?
you really think you own me, huh?
nah man i don’t owe you one
cause when i started doing this
you was makin’ fun
all my real dudes chillin’ top floor
remember back when we was chillin’ mad poor
now i’m on a world tour
make me wonder what i keep you f-cking round for

chorus 2x

verse 3:
wakin’ up in the morning like what just happened
all i see is naked girls and empty captain
my eyes all red
is xav dead?
the pain is sharp
like a needle head
i’m guessin’ my stomach is made of lead
cause it hold more alcohol than motherf-ckin’ wonderbread
this life is what i chose to live
i’d rather f-ckin’ die instead

- bluntuhh

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