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letra de hotel nightclub. - keoni lee

[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

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