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letra de hotel room - muh

[intro: muh]
gotta get my justice, like my names xavier
she told me i save her life, like i’m her savior
whatever the f-ck that means
aye
look, look (mmm)

[verse: muh]
hop on the elevator start up at the first floor
you know when i’m rapping i start up rapping the first flow
shawty following enter the room, and then close door
few minutes later she taking off all her clothes clothes
i love every part of her man, just look at her cute nose
got the motion of the ocean, got her bent so low
whip parked in the garage, got the benz so low
when i blow up i’m changing up my name, so you know
hop in the car, head over to the gas station
fill up from e, $86 dollars, man this sh-t’s crazy
everyone on they phones getting wild, wish i grew up in the 80’s
i mean usually i’m atrocious, but the money attract the ladies
if she get on her knees, then i get on one knee
don’t take a lot of sh-t just to please me
i know i need her more than she need me
man i’m playing know thats cap with a capital c
i’m boutta build up an empire, or a capital, see
go to big apple and get some vitamin a from an apple, or d
vitamin d from some oj, see
oj s locked up, he’s free
your name get thrown around some rooms when you as big as me
my names entered rooms that i’ll never walk in
if i hear him bring up my name again, i’ll just sock him
he think he real tough, he got some c-cky in him
oh he’s g-y, i bet there’s a c-ck in him
i throw a rock at him
swerving the honda accord, to his concert with cordae
he’s a big inspiration, i wish i talked to him that day
i was singing all his songs in the front row
when i walk around my school all i see are lost souls
[bridge: muh & justicexavier]
h-lla souls man
writing this from a hotel room
sh-t
look
uh, look

[verse: justicexavier]
i see h-lla souls
h-lla motherf-ckers ask to be bro
you weren’t with me before when i was scr-ping change to make it to the studio
can’t consider you a homie when you act like a groupie hoe
fake friends i just pass them like ricky rubio
fake plans, i’m taking rain checks ’cause i don’t wanna go
fake b-tches don’t tell me about your past ’cause i don’t wanna know
my girl bad, she everything in one, i don’t want a hoe
motherf-cker i got goals
ambition and drive, sh-t i got those
flown out for business trips
tickets always a given, i don’t cop those
keep my day ones by me forever, snakes i spot those
in cali, in the drop top swerving the potholes
mark and tim high as f-ck laughing it up, ’cause the pot gold
life’s simple as sh-t when you got homies to look out for
now with all this success i know i gotta look out more
sh-t’s changed, gotta walk around with a new demeanor
the snakes creep around the corner when the grass is greener
but i know my homies got my back if i ever need them
f-ck the fame, when i make it sh-t still ain’t change but the seasons
haters won’t f-ck with me but won’t give me a reason
please understand when i make it, you won’t hear from me either
i’ll turn the most stubborn motherf-cker to a believer
push my agenda to the masses, i gotta get a move on
never catch me getting caught in my feels, i just move on
og gave me keys to the city, i got something to prove for him
told liam that’s there’s nothing i’d never do for him
told my lady be patient and see what this sh-t gonna do for us
the sh-t i write about is real
i take my pain and put it on a verse so motherf-cker’s feel
who else you know in this sh-t that really keeping it real?
there just some late night convos
life sh-t
y’all know the deal
d-mn
late night sh-t

- muh

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