Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro (Hotel Strippa/H-Town Legend), artist - Kato. Album song Kato's Revenge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Funk Volume, kato
Song language: English
Intro (Hotel Strippa/H-Town Legend) |
Turnt up walking through the door |
I heard she pop that pussy on the low |
We got weed, we got liquor, we got hoes |
So come into my room after the show |
I need a hotel stripper, hotel stripper |
Hotel stripper, hotel stripper |
See it’s that night that Dizzy Wright become a cold as nigga |
She pop pussy and pop ass, that my hotel stripper |
Woah, hold up, hold up |
Hold up, aye Dizzy |
You know our fans must have heard that shit a million fucking times |
So here’s what Imma do: |
We’re gonna bring it back down South |
And Imma let a true H-Town Legend speak on it for y’all |
Let’s go |
Been snatching hundreds out of bank rolls |
Been turning corners on you fake hoes |
Been super trill, in case you ain’t know |
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go |
I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend |
I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend |
Kinda like Pimp, kinda like Bun |
Kinda like Face and |
You are now in the presence of a H-Town Legend |
I made a plan and than made a skrilla |
Made a movie, then made it bigger |
Made the one they said was demand |
Go switched the plan and became the dealer |
Back when Deion, where he played the Steelers |
Back when Michael created Thriller |
I been trill, you can listen to Bun |
And you can listen to Kirko, it wouldn’t make you triller |
Sitting back in my favorite villa |
Smoothie on the desk, say vanilla |
Told my chick you put in work on this |
It’s like the perfect mix, it would’ve made you shiver |
Fake is something I can’t deliver |
Shed a tear to y’all — make a river |
Y’all crybabies really need to let me |
Be the one to pick your new babysitter |
I probably pick Casey Anthony |
I hope they come take your family |
I need to get my haters up |
Because the haters really just a faker fan to me |
I see through your fake philanthropy |
A faker would hate to stand with me |
They see that I’m stacking mil |
But you lazy beggars wouldn’t get a stand for free |
Investments, have to pardon my absence |
Cuz I refuse to let your little mini wannabes talk about me in past tense |
You ain’t a baller, go sit on that bench |
, tell them, «That's French» |
I took one percent and put it in my kitchen |
Now all my tables got cash dents |
Use to move crazy, like this ain’t narcotics |
Nigga talk money, but they ain’t no grinders |
Behind dark tents feeling like J. Prince |
Every time you see me you should say, «Your highness» |
Now you in the presence of the H-Town finest |
The main one that made candy paint so timeless |
Told me money talks, went into the vault |
You could look at me and see it ain’t no silence |
H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend |
I’m a H-Town Legend, H-Town Legend |
Kinda like Pimp, kinda like Bun |
Kinda like Face and |
You are now in the presence of a H-Town Legend |