Hotel 2 Hotel lyrics

[Chorus: Lyfe Harris]
I've been moving hotel to hotel
I'm so damb high, [?] I feel
Got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
Baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Fat Trel!
Bad b*tch on my shoulder
Bad b*tch, she my chauffeur
Average, she not plastic
[?] for that [?]
[?] the Range Rovers
I just told her call me when it's over
She in love with a motherf*cking roller
She don't even come over
Rolex bright, like a flashlight
Show a pus*y n*gga what the mac like
Never [?] right
She only want [?]
Lax like [?]
[?] that's no laytex
Open up the mail, see no paycheck
[?] paychecks [?]
Bad b*tch, and she right behind me
Shoot [?] down, and catch a body
[?] like the army
[?] tweeking, popping molly
b*tches tweeking, popping molly
[?] geeked up [?]
[?] with the white like [?]
[?] petro
Kill him for his chain [?]
Ugly motherf*cker act loco
Catolac [?] with the 44
Came to your show, you a no show
[?] pus*y n*gga with [?]
[Chorus: Lyfe Harris]
I've been moving hotel to hotel
I'm so damb high, [?] I feel
Got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
Baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]

[Verse 2: Rocket Da Goon]
Trappin out the [?] hotel
Got pints coming in off a whole sale
I don't listen to these stories that these hoes tell
My n*gga selling weed, I think he need some more bails
[?] f*ck it, oh well
Cause I found out that he was a b*tch n*gga
I don't really care if I grew up with you
I can't even have lunch with my own n*ggas
But f*ck it man, you know how the game go
I'm riding round town, n*gga in a Range Rover
Droppin work off, straight at your front door
Born in Kingston, but raised in the bando
And I'm pullin all the strings like a banjo
I keep a big gun, just like Rambo
Got the money backwards, with my eyes closed
I just left a thousand xans with my side ho
Got the work, the cops right behind me
Shooter with me, got some boddies
Got the lean, riding shotty
Bad b*tch with me, getting naughty
Too geeked up off the xanny bars
Told the lil b*tch, take her panties off
I've been trappin very hard, since a lil boy
[?] what you juggin for?
I get pints of the lean like it's [?]
And you know that I'm trappin on any block
I'm riding round town, with any Glock
I sleep with one eye open, like I'm Fetty Wap
[Chorus: Lyfe Harris]
I've been moving hotel to hotel
I'm so damb high, [?] I feel
Got a whole lotta drugs in the duffle, make [?]
[?] got it
[?] exotic
Baddist b*tch, she right beside me
[?] right behind me
[?]