Lyrics Fuck Up the Sheraton - Father, Archibald Slim

Fuck Up the Sheraton

Who your friend?
Oh, y’all sharin'
Let’s fuck up the sheraton
Bitch quit playin' with my hair
I don’t know where your hands been
She wanna know just where my hands been
Thumbin' through a check, same place that my band’s been
Ay my shit not built like yours, girl I’m rotten to the core
She don’t love me anymore, all she say is she want more
But I ain’t got no more to give so I swap her like Aunt Viv
You can have the house and kids, I’m just out here tryna live
So conceited, boy so selfish, I was born this way can’t help it
Hit the room then we spoon I got hard, I know she felt it
Smoke fumes then I swooned
Got so hot we started meltin'
We fucked up the bedroom then we fucked up the sheraton
Who your friend?
Oh, y’all sharin'
Let’s fuck up the sheraton
Bitch quit playin' with my hair
I don’t know where your hands been
She wanna know just where my hands been
Thumbin' through a check, same place that my band’s been
Peel money, touch bitches
See but don’t hear me so don’t hear how they ain’t seeing me
Blow their bitch phone up to see if she been seeing me
Just cause she ain’t there with you don’t meet she gon' here with me
But hoes do be tryna smoke and chill and drink a beer with me
Words slur, they burpin' lines, ask why she’s still here with me
Asking just be clear with me, no open ended mysteries
Don’t got time for boyfriends.
All my
Living how I’m living, what’s me
Hit it, quit it, keep on living loyal
Boy it’s elementary
feeling me
Niggas see it, bitches see it, tryna stick the in me
Might just be a target in the end, you ain’t gon'
if it happen I’m a deal with it
What it is is what it is kill this shit
Who your friend?
Oh, y’all sharin'
Let’s fuck up the sheraton
Bitch quit playin' with my hair
I don’t know where your hands been
She wanna know just where my hands been
Thumbin' through a check, same place that my band’s been