Hotline lyrics

[Intro: Jayway Sosa]
20 Vision (I got 20 on my beat)
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Mmm, mmm (Hold that real quick)
Look, ayy, peep this

[Verse 1: Jayway Sosa]
I got all types of hoes on the hotline
Thirsty b*tch, she done hit my DM five times
Got to b*tches on her face like a drive-by
Wanna hit me late night and give me loud lies
She know a plug, they like Sosa, I got mob ties
Got a main hoes waiting, I'ma big guy
I got red on my bottom like I’m big slime
Know we passin' all these hoes, ridin' real time, yeah

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa]
Yeah, she keep throwin' that pus*y (She keep throwin' that pus*y)
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y (She keep throwin' that pus*y)
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y (Yeah, yeah)
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y
[Verse 2: Jayway Sosa]
And she gon' ride it like a Wraith (Skrt, skrt)
I’m pullin out, she like it right there on her face
Order all the food and gold, nah, we can’t go on dates
Yeah, I just murk that pus*y and I left without a trace
Already had a friend, she throw back
Got her on Molly and a Perc', she rollin'
Soon as we leave the club, yeah, I got her jumpin' on it
Ice on me like glaciers, f*ck her holdin' up my Rollie
Throwin' Champagne on these b*tches
You know I can’t send no more
She can’t hold it back, she nasty, hi, it's nice to meet you
She f*ck on me like a savage, sing on it like Anita
We pull up in foreign creatures, I’m bussin' on it like Anina
I like pus*y like Katrina, I promote her like my single, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa]
Yeah, she keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Huh)
[Verse 3: DaBaby]
A hundred twenty-seven hoes on my di*k, you dig? You dig?
I got a stripper scammer b*tch, she pay my rent, ha
She bring that money back to daddy, I'ma pimp, pimp, pimp
Blue hundreds hangin' out my pocket like I’m Crip, Crip, Crip
Don’t call my phone about no motherf*ckin' ZIP (Blrrd, blrrd)
Big dog, these n*ggas motherf*ckin' shrimp (Grr)
It’s over for you, 'cause your b*tch just caught the drip, drip, drip
She saw me walkin' out the store and saw my fit, ugh
I make my b*tches get along like Flavor Flav, uh-huh
Ain’t give b*tches di*k unless I’m gettin' paid, huh
He go out sad about them hoes, that n*gga lame (That n*gga lame)
Just did a show, they tried to suck my di*k on stage, hold up, DaBaby

[Chorus: Jayway Sosa]
Yeah, she keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Huh)

[Verse 4: IV Montana]
She got me glued to my seat like a sitcom
f*ck me good, ride around 'til you see c*m
If she pitch it, I'ma hit it, that's a home run
Then I go and get the bread on a food run
Drippin' sauce, f*ck the cost, man, I’m bloodied at the toes
Hit the gas, do the dash, I Houdini on these hoes
You be trickin', you be playin', you be entertainin' hoes
I just tell her hush her mouth and, baby, give me Amber Rose
I get attention when I whip like I’m 'bout to give a toast
And I just get 'em, then I pass 'em, I’m the king of givin' gold
I’m in the fast lane whippin', I ain’t switchin' tempos
When the fetty call my name, then a n*gga gotta go
[Chorus: Jayway Sosa]
Yeah, she keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She keep throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Yeah)
She throwin' that pus*y
She throwin' that pus*y (Huh)