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letra de motel baby - diizii & soslesion

[intro: diizii]
ha! phew
man, f-ck you!
jesus!
yeah!

[verse 1: diizii]
b-tch, i’m not from earth (phew), i’m an alien (phew)
i’m tryna make like one, two, three, four, five, six million (bah, bah, bah)
i done took your b-tch from you, oh, well (oh)
her mama at the crib, so we f-cked at the motel (yeah)
they sni-sniffin’ lines at the motel, baby
they overdosin’ and dyin’ at the motel, baby
if i get locked up, pray i have a low bail, baby (oh-ooh)
‘cause if i don’t, then we can’t f-ck no more, oh, well, baby (ch-ch), hey
b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ high! stupid ho, you’re mine (phew)
if that boy keep tweakin’, put him in a coffin with a suit and tie (woo!)
now his soul up for sale (ha!), got draco’s in the mail (fah, fah)
now yo’ ass all in jail, ooh, b-tch, i never fail
bad b-tches i’ma rail, make it rain? i’ll make it hail
these b-tches always playin’, but i love all the females
if she a nalgona, you know that i’ll f-ck her well
how could we be gods if we didn’t give all you b-tches h-ll? huh
[verse 2: soslesion]
uh, i can see you watchin’ from the side, i tote my sh-t (uh, uh)
b-tch, the level i’m on, honey, you can’t throw me in the mix (uh, uh)
come on, you couldn’t even fathom all the sh-t i’m tryna flip
heard ‘em talk, talk, talk, keep talkin’, i’m a ten (yeah, b-tch!)
chillin’ for a minute, let me hold back in this spotlight (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
you keep that sh-t on lock, i told ‘em, “f-ck it,” like i’m that guy (i’m that guy)
yeah, they say this sh-t too gross, like i leave that sh-t in half-time (yeah! yeah!)
my time, my life, made that sh-t a highlight (bah, bah)
i heard they was hatin’ on me from the back (yeah! yeah!), now they mad that i ain’t goin’ back (yeah!)
they in they feelings and i still got ‘em mad (yeah! yeah!), i told ‘em, “i’m just tryna run up a bag” (yeah! yeah!)
say, “f-ck off,” and it’s makin’ ‘em sad (b-tch! huh), they lookin’ at me, ‘cause my b-tch too bad (yeah! bad)
right on with a couple racks (yeah!), get to the bag, bag, bag, bag! (get to the bag)
i was runnin’ up sh-t (i was runnin’ up)
i’m tryna put my f-ckin’ album in the top ten (yeah, yeah)
b-tch, i’m tryna hop into that muh’f-ckin’ moshpit (hop into that)
yeah, you ain’t got no options, b-tch, let’s be honest, honest (yeah! yeah! nah)
i walk ‘round with that sh-t, it ain’t plastic
all your songs still sound the same, i swear i’m readin’ ad-libs
whole f-ckin’ song not better than my ad-libs
b-tch, i rode this, talk, talk, talk, i’m finna back sh-t, huh

[outro: diizii]
woo! in the motel, baby, ah
yeah, in the motel, baby, ah
in the motel, baby
phew, in the motel, baby

- diizii soslesion

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