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hardaway smith - hotel lyrics

[produced by tre fresh]

[intro]
(tre fresh killin’ the beat)
by the way, swear ain’t nothing like this man

[hook: hardaway smith]
straight to the hotel, yeah
straight to the hotel, straight to the hotel
straight to the hotel
straight to the hotel, straight to the hotel
straight to the hotel
i could tell a story for ya but i won’t get you the hotel
straight to the hotel
i could tell a story for ya but i won’t get you the hotel

[verse 1: hardaway smith]
all these bad b-tches wanna ride, oh
i keep a pretty lil chick for the drive home
but it’s the hotel suite certified pro
i got a h-rny little freak and she ride along
she started touching on me like that iphone
this sh-t is ludacris like nate dogg i got hoes
different area codes, they in all zones
all these hoes get exposed as soon as hype slows
either way it go my whole squad put in work
that girl you loving tryna find me just to put in work
i get this mula first, do these shows baby twerk
get that money, get a check, [?] on the first
kill that p-ssy like a beat, put it in a he-rs-
yeah that’s rock bottom, motel 6 we hop out it
roll some loud, we [?]
last night f-cked around and pulled an all nighter

[verse 2: casey veggies]
me and shawty gettin’ faded like oh well
the sh-t she do at night time swore she won’t tell
she f-cked me with the lights on in the hotel
we poppin’ ace of spades, n-gg- no [?]
now i’m in too deep this a dream ain’t it
i went five rounds, had to get the picture painted
that pinky ring on my finger so official ain’t it
this my real life, not just for your entertainment
she like “casey, getting money is your mission, ain’t it?”
i’m like “yeah girl that p-ssy got my vision tained”
i’m a go all night and we gon’ play this song
i might hit it from the back with my shades on
i’m so fly, my chick gotta be vice versa
i don’t talk about it, write my name in cursive
tryna have that [?] check with no cursing
she just play a roll, you would think we had rehearsal

[verse 3: hardaway smith]
you ready for that round two ain’t ya
i said “f-ck it” while i’m throwing up my middle fingers
you can’t get in, n-gg-s fake, you a stranger
taking risks every day and she love the danger
she ain’t even tired, she ready to get it off
i don’t even mind, i’m ready to get it off
yeah you know the saying b-tches come for what they want
money and another check, plus [?]
same hoes [?]
[?] hit the m-sses, we be layin’ to f-ck
n-gg-s out here homie always gotta stay on my stuff
and my main chick counting money up in the cut
if you know the squad they call me hardaway
my lil homies on your chick while you far away
in another state, in another place
i’m on another level in another race

[bridge: hardaway smith]
goin’ up the elevator 1,2,3
4,5 shawty all on me
goin’ up the elevator 6,7,8
9,10 told shawty be straight
goin’ up the elevator 1,2,3
4,5 shawty all on me
goin’ up the elevator 6,7,8
9,10 told shawty be straight

[outro: hardaway smith & casey veggies]
you ready for that round two ain’t ya
i said “f-ck it” while i’m throwing up my middle fingers
me and shawty gettin’ faded like oh well

- hardaway smith lyrics

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