Hotel (Wumbo / Feel Real) lyrics

[Chorus]
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)

[Post Chorus]
Gotta rock them Prada shades (Shades), when you really geeked up
Said she wanna have a taste (Taste), she got real nice tongues (Ohh)
I be smoking to the face (Face), like I hate my lungs (Uh)
In her bed she tryna' stay (Stay), til' her uber come (Ohh)

[Verse]
We on fire now, I remember when we had no heat
Now a young n*gga get a bag off a beats, get a bag off shows, when do I sleep? (I sleep)
f*ck on this hoe, I didn't she a freak (She a freak)
Got n*ggas sweatin' like I'm tryna' lose weight (Lose weight)
Reach in the hood, getting paid (Gettin' paid)
I'm that n*gga in my hood, don't play (Don't play)
Your cousin, your brother, look up to me (Look up)
I did it the right way, squeaky clean (Squeaky)
I took some time like the DMV
I'm smoking on bomb, got TNT (Got-, Uh)
Queens, get the money, we smoking on Gumbo (Gumbo)
If I make it straight in my chain gon' be Jumbo (Jumbo)
Yo money small like SpongeBob, Wumbo (Wumbo)
Got two b*tches, 4 leg combo (Combo)
Benedict Arnold that boy, he a traitor (Traitor)
Public Enemy, Supreme, I got flavor (Flavor)
20 b*tches fall in love like I'm flavor (Flavor)
I love New York, I might run for mayor (Mayor)
Stick to the script, yeah, I'm stuck to the money (Woah)
I was broke, with a stripper b*tch named Sonny (Sonny)
f*ck on that b*tch, they never take none from me (She-)
She broke, wanting food and di*k in her stomach
[Chorus]
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)

[Post Chorus]
Gotta rock them Prada shades (Shades), when you really geeked up
Said she wanna have a taste (Taste), she got real nice tongues (Ohh)
I be smoking to the face (Face), like I hate my lungs (Uh)
In her bed she tryna' stay (Stay), til' her uber come (Ohh)

[Verse]
I jumped off the porch (Porch), I jumped in the yo' (Yo')
Now I jump in a Porsche just to go to the studio (Porsche)
I hate when b*tches, they act like a two year old (Two-year-old)
Always crying, b*tch, what do you want? (What do you want?)
Gotta be a thrill to hate on me (Hate on me)
I don't got no opps, I don't play for keeps (For a key)
I just play my music and speak my peace (My peace)
b*tch, I'm like Gandhi when it comes to these beats (These beats)
God got me as long as I'm underneath (Uh)
Lost Ms. Elsa, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
Still thinking bout the next time we'll meet (Meet)
Tell auntie and uncle that I said, "Hi" (Hi)
Granny, I miss you when I look in the sky (Sky)
Stars in the sky, they keep me alive (Alive)
They keep me N-SYNC, my bands full of white men
Get all the money, no DJ, no hype man (Man)
Chain do a show, neck got a light man (Man)
Smoking on Za', we was in Ireland (Ireland)
So much smoke, they calling me Fire Man (Fire Man)
Told her I'm Belizean, she say I'm from the island (Island)
I'm correct when I'm inside (Inside)
I need two bad b*tches on my ride
Life much easier with more Ménages (Ménages)
I like waking up, two b*tches beside me (sh*t)
[Chorus]
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)
Man, this sh*t don't feel real (Feel Real), when you made it out the mud (Mud)
I had roaches in my crib (Crib), I was still fresh as f*ck (Woah)
Got this hoe all in my face (Face), she don't need no makeup
Girl, I hate, when you complain (Complain), but I love the make-up (Ayy)

[Post Chorus]
Gotta rock them Prada shades (Shades), when you really geeked up
Said she wanna have a taste (Taste), she got real nice tongues (Ohh)
I be smoking to the face (Face), like I hate my lungs (Uh)
In her bed she tryna' stay (Stay), til' her uber cone (Ohh)