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letra de hostess - rudimental

[chorus]
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted

[verse 1]
you can pop bottles if you want
givin’ off charm, hangin’ b-tches from your arm
so you think you’ve got style, but you don’t
you’re not comin’ in, evеn with your gucci coat
i’m a-lookin’ at the ice on your throat
talkin’ so big, boy, i hope you don’t chokе
and you got a little somethin’ on your nose
you ain’t comin’ in, it’s a broke-free zone
yeah, i know you’re leasing your lambo
arms so jacked like you’re rambo
yeah, i know you never seen a bankroll (ah, ah)
yeah, i know you’re leasing your iphone, yeah
play the bad boy, but you’re santo, yeah
really think you’re rocky, but you’re fat joe
scaramouche, do the mitch fantango
[chorus]
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted

[post-chorus]
what you gon’ do with these?
double digits, six figures, ice earrings
what you gon’ do with these?

[verse 2]
see me in my story in my villa, uh (uh, yeah)
i be by the cupboard with the liquor, uh (uh, yeah)
queen of the desert like priscilla, uh (uh, uh)
no pre-game, no mixer, yeah
did your mama tell you all the dos and don’ts?
it’s a girls night, shoulda stayed at home
man, i could really do without your cheap cologne
you could empty out a room with your pheromones
did your mama tell you all the dos and don’ts?
you can’t even touch me in my saint laurent
tryna catch a bag, but you can’t get stoned
brag about your boys, but you’re all alone
[chorus]
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh
i’m your motherf-ckin’ hostess
hot benz, all tens, got the most-est
raise a motherf-ckin’ flute for the toast, yeah
locked in, tell your friends where we posted

[post-chorus]
what you gon’ do with these?
double digits, six figures, ice earrings
what you gon’ do?

- rudimental

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