2.2 Jae Tee - Hotel (feat. R0PEY) Lyrics

F*ck you in a hotel, I don't even know you well
Slide some meat up in her taco and you know I rang her bell
I been rockin' all that Gucci ,and you know she Rock Chanel,
Run up on Ropey wrong, he gon' hit you with the shells

We went up fast, you know we gon' blow
Thu-thu-thu, shot you and your bro
We ran through all of your hoes
Shot them few, now they with Moses Like, bruh, who's you talkin' to
Now you in hell with a proper few
Silence would've helped prosper you
But your mouth ended up offin' you
Bitches say I'm unstoppable
F*ckin' with me is improbable,
Bitch, I do the impossible
But too often I get stuck in my own mind
Step in my way waste my own time
But now I'm up on my grind With your bitch on my line
Askin' me to call her at nine

Call me at nine, that's my prime time
Y'all already know she want my love, she gotta find mine
See me with two bitches at the same motherf*ckin' time
Might pop out with your chick and you know we on your timeline
Bitch, I'm out here jiggin', might have to hit you back
They say fake it till you make it, bitch, I been that
That boy spotted, so we shot it Hollows ate his f*ckin' noggin
Bitch, I'm the trend to topic, Yo' shit old like Millie Rockin
Yo' shit old like Millie Rockin' No, you know you cannot stop it
Yo' shit is so microscopic She gon' suck it, twist it, bop it

Met a girl at a hotel Hard body like a turtle shell
Niggas hatin' on me, I wish them well
Black Big Body, like Killer Whale
Comin' from the bottom, no room to fail
I'm on top, I'ma prevail

Drop the album, no pre-sales
Got the bitches like JT Hell
Met the bitch in a hotel You know she gon' blow me well
Stay with patties like Good Burger And I keep that soda on my side like Kel

I gotta keep my head up Too many times, never gave a f*ck
Yo' ass scared to run it up Big ass back end like a semi-truck
They knowin' how I'm steppin' Thought I was beefin' roaches
Got Gurney for the stretchin' He off the percs n potions
He say he steppin' on the gang, bitch, steppin' on some Legos
Wockie in my cup, lookin' like that grape faygo
JT do not play hoe, I cut up like Kano
Can't name a hood I can't go, Been shootin' shit like Django
Y'all niggas scary like Rango Like do you really wanna tango?
If she give me that good head I'ma eat it like a mango
I'm a rockstar, I got eight hoes
And you know I don't play those, Slam hoes on my bed, bitch, I feel like I'm Kratos
Took the bit to the hotel Took the bit to the hotel
Took the bit to the hotel Like, hoe, don't you say nothin