Hotel Lobby (Intro)

Yeah
Uh

Yeah

New slave
Slave to the money
New wave

Turning my thoughts into profit

Yeah

May God keep the real ones around me
When I'm chasing this motherfucking paper

Yeah

I mean, I can't help you if you can't help yourself bruh
You only text me when you're broke huh
It's crazy my nigga

You try to play me, you play yourself

Yeah
Let's get it

I'm a disease like HIV
All you do is sing
Do Re Mi
Uh

I want a white bitch with a pink pussy
I wrote a few verses
I'm back inside the matrix

I can't live holding the camera
Someone take this

A few hours from greatness
I'm that close

Fuck you niggas live a lie
Praying to Jesus Allah
To pimp my mighty dollar
Sippin' on lean 'til I die

A Muslim

Reminiscing over consequences
I ain't stressin' over pressures of the human race depressin
Lyrically I'll punch you on your mouth you'll bleed emotions
Um

Listen
Listen

I got problems you got issues
Here's a tissue for your issue
Drippin' bullets from a pistol
A tua bitch chupar meu bicho

That's sad though
Yeah
Uh
That's sad though

I got a big black Johnson
Fucking is my hobby
Recording this intro sitting in a hotel lobby

Uh

You can't compete with my passion
I got the mission and the vision
Without supervison

I bust a nut inside my bad bitch
Yeah, she a bad bitch
When you licking on my balls girl you make me cum

This the realest shit I ever wrote
I'm on my Super Saiyan king shit
Yeah, I'm the shit
Bitch

2021
The year of the Devil
I came to fuck it up
You niggas know wassup

Ain't nobody owns my masters
I own my masters
Fuck these record labels
They be playin' niggas, trappers

Yeah
Um

Don't get in your feelings when you listen to the intro
Don't get in your feelings when you listen to my intro

Facts nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Mario Maphosa Ii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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