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Nipsey Hussle lyrics : "Hotel Suite"

(Intro)
All that
Yea, but really


(Verse)
I just got this dough in my pocket, toes that be jockin

This weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closet
V12 engines, beautiful women
If yo life is a blast ^!$$% then you the one winnin

Blacken my kidneys, iac when I'm sippin
Black Escalade, with all of my ^!$$%s
Calls from them prisons, from careless decisions

Tryin to upgrade yo livin, tryna spin off yo pivot
I relate though my ^!$$%, so I shoot you that green dot
We $#&@in these (*##$es, 2013 the layouts

We fly to these countries, and follow in Levi's
I'm so west side ^!$$%, I y-a y-a
These ^!$$%s be hatin, but really I see why

Hundred a show, so gas up the G5
That's one of my girls ^!$$%, know I complete mine
I think it, I do it

It's part of my design

(Hook)

Yea, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak
Yea, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink
Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink

Aye, everything by choice, but she came for me
Look, so I got that flight you should probably chafe
Yea, shots of Patrone make yo body wave

Look, and I ain't gon stop til we $#&@ up yo sheets
Look, then I wake you up and just $#&@ up yo sleep


(Verse)
Young ^!$$% with no conscience, cobra cards in my wallet
(*##$es tell me I'm awesome, I'm like damn (*##$, I'm on Slawson

Life's short, there's no promise
Party hard like New Orleans
Crack a pint near pourin, but I don't ever start snoring

Put the gas, I keep floorin
Stop lookin, that could be yours
I just roll the $#&@in bookies to take that money for source

All I know is get more, all I know is just flourish
Started off on that porch
Now I'm strapped here pullin

Crab and lobster on Collins
^!$$%s I don't skip college
Ended up as them bosses, all I know is we poppin

All I know is I got it
TMZ, that's my logic
Marathon, ain't no stopping

That's the way I get all this
Los Angeles raw %#@!, county jail top rom %#@!
Court take, gang browl %#@!

Smoking, smellin like dog %#@!
I be felin like oh %#@!, I gotta go home, I gotta get up out
Then you scratch yo head, tryna find the routes, you gotta figure it out

Gotta buy a Benz, buy a house
Stay confident while you try it out
Really do this type of %#@! that these rappin ^!$$%s be lyin bout

Be lyin bout, they trickin hoes, they flyin out
(*##$es call me like come through
I'm like yea boo, I'm bout to grab you out


(Hook)
Yea, in a hotel suite, with a famous freak

Yea, told her do her thing, she ain't even blink
Uh, took her off her feet, put her on that sink
Aye, everything by choice, but she came for me

Look, so I got that flight you should probably chafe
Yea, shots of Patrone make yo body wave
Look, and I ain't gon stop til we $#&@ up yo sheets

Look, then I wake you up and just $#&@ up yo sleep

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