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letra de hotbox - gloss up

[chorus: yfn lucci]
uh, hopped right out a bimmer to a bentley, we playin’ hopscotch
jumped right out that p-ssy, then i hopped into a drop-top (dubba-aa flexin’)
ayy, i was playin’ with that p-ssy, i was tryna take off her crop-top
ayy, she my little ghetto b-tch, she wanna f-ck me in a hotbox (this is the sound)

[verse 1: gloss up]
ayy, hood b-tches got the best p-ssies that you gon’ find around (the best)
i don’t do no cookin’, p-ssy makin’ macaroni sounds (uh-huh)
how you think i got two kids? (how?), n-gga lettin’ off a hundred rounds (bah-bah)
f-cked that n-gga good, got on my boosie sh-t like, “wipe me down” (wipe me down)
ayy, jumpin’ through these n-ggas, comin’ like it’s hopscotch
my n-gga outside, ain’t goin’ out, that mean the block hot (i ain’t goin’ outside)
these b-tches be messy, her n-gga givin’ me sloppy top
who told them b-tches they was runnin’ sh-t? because they really not (b-tch)
finna go see this man about a horse, b-tch, i’ll be right back (back)
they be blowin’ these n-ggas up and meanwhile, i don’t text back (i don’t text back)
he just picked me up and now i’m slidin’ in a scat pack (skrrt, skrrt)
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, don’t gotta ask where that cash at (where that cash? i don’t gotta ask that sh-t, b-tch)

[chorus: yfn lucci]
hopped right out a bimmer to a bentley, we playin’ hopscotch
jumped right out that p-ssy, then i hopped into a drop-top
ayy, i was playin’ with that p-ssy, i was tryna take off her crop-top
ayy, she my little ghetto b-tch, she wanna f-ck me in a hotbox
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
she my lil’ thot bop
uh, b-tch, take off them panties, let me see it, go and drop-drop
yeah, make that ass clap for me, i’m tryna get my rocks off
i don’t like no dry mouth
had to f-ck her in the car, b-tch can’t come in my house
look, she got fed up today, he kept buyin’ knockoffs
uh, say if a n-gga play today, he just might get knocked off
look, you gon’ need a new dog, i’m the man, not y’all
tryna get ’em out the state, you gon’ need a u-haul
try and boost the murder rate, then why the h-ll you didn’t call?
if i ain’t got no percs today, then i’m servin’ tylenol
i say whole lotta money, i’m way above average, yeah
and my pinky ring more than a hundred carats, yeah
with this pinky ring, i could feed like twenty rabbits, yeah
i’m just tryna fill my condo up with twenty baddies
yeah, hopped right out a, huh, porsche, huh
hopped into a gts and threw that b-tch in sport, yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

[outro]
(this is the sound)
(dubba-aa flexin’)

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