Hotel (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Burna Boy)
Swisher sicker than me
Like you to know me, babe
On the real, gyal, this can really understand me when I say
Alright
Me a fuck a gyal and she a tell her friend
And if you plan on pon catch me
Three way phone call, gyal a try meh like, say they one timin'
In a conversation but ain't no conversatin' with me 'bout nobody
Get your car key and gwan
You can't keep calm
What gyal a blow pon some tree
True, me a fuck her in di hotel and me
Tell di ho, Don't tell, true, oh
Fine with me, I fuck her friend, friend, her friend, friend
And the other friend, friend
That's why dey wan' try plan up fi try style, man
Smarter than, ooh, you won't see my gyal, man
Oh, yeah
I gave her that D, I got that girl sprung
She told her friends 'bout me, now they want some
I fuck her but her boo still got my shades on, oh yeah
Switch the position, now tell me what you want, yeah, yeah, yeah
True, me a fuck her in di hotel and me
Tell di ho, Don't tell, true, oh
Fine with me, I fuck her friend, friend, her friend, friend
And the other friend friend (Ooh yeah)
That's why dey wan' try plan up fi try style, man
Smarter than, ooh
you won't see my gyal, man (Now baby, now baby, now)
Oh, yeah
I wanna see you nude and make you
lay down (Down, down, down, down, down)
I wanna fuck you, can you take it?
We at the hotel, phone call, we come ragin'
Me say, ooh, I got to lay down, oh yeah
I wanna fuck you, can you take it?
We at the hotel, phone call, we come ragin'
Oh
Gyal a invite me a yard up innna my room
Me na lookin'
And she shoot me 'cause she a wonder
Oh, me saucy
Some man a fuckin' slick
And if you feel like you wan' fuck Star Boy, then want share that dick
Easy it yourself, yeah, babe
Tell dem, say you can't fool me
Come and tell dem from mornin', true
I wanna see you in the sunshine, yeah
One time, yeah
She says, Daddy, can my friend come? Huh
Tryna have a threesome, huh
You ain't afraid to express your sexuality
I'm make your fantasy a reality
We got the beachfront at the Four Seasons
New Chanel, we just ran it up in Niemans
True, me a (fuck her in the hotel) and me
Tell di ho, Don't tell, true, oh (Oh-oh)
Fine with me, I fuck her friend, friend, her friend, friend
And di other friend friend (Ooh yeah)
That's why dey wan' try plan up fi try style, man
Smarter than, ooh, you won't see my gyal, man
Oh, yeah
Ooh yeah
Fuck her in the hotel
Oh-oh
Smarter than, ooh, you won't see my gyal, man
Oh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): William Charles Featherstone, Clarence Montgomery Iii, Christopher Scott Featherstone, Maurice Simmonds, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Matthew Aaron Featherstone, Justin Daniel Featherstone, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Brian Collins Jr., Christopher Maurice Brown
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