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