Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hotel Suite , by - Nipsey Hussle. Release date: 28.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hotel Suite |
| But really I just got this dough in my pocket, these hoes, they be jocking |
| This weight on my shoulder, all these clothes in my closet |
| V-12 engines, beautiful women |
| This life is a blast, nigga, when you the one in it |
| Liquor my kidney, yack when I’m sipping |
| Black escalade with all of my niggas |
| Calls from them prisons from careless decisions |
| Tryna upgrade your living, tryna spin off your pivot |
| I relate to my nigga so I shoot you that green dot |
| We fucking these bitches, 2013 aaliyahs |
| We fly to these countries in 501 Levis |
| It’s so west side, nigga, arriba, arriba |
| Evening is d8 but really I see why |
| Hundred a show so gas up the g5 |
| Just one of my goals, nigga, you know I complete mine |
| I’m thinking I do it, it’s part of my bees hive |
| In a hotel suite with a famous freak |
| Told her to do her thing, she don’t even blink |
| Took her off her feet, put her on that sink |
| Everything about choice but she came for me |
| Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief |
| Shots of patrone make your body weak |
| Look, and I ain’t gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets |
| Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep |
| Young nigga with no conscience, corporate cards in my wallet |
| Bitch tell me I’m awesome I’m like doh, bitch, I’m hussle |
| Life is short, it’s no promise, party hard like new orleans |
| Crack a pint near portland but I ain’t never start snoring |
| Put the gas I keep flooring, stop looking, that could be yours |
| I just rolled a fucking? |
| to take your money for sure |
| All I know is get more, all I know is just flourish |
| Started out on that porch, now? |
| niggas all skip college |
| Ended up as them bosses, all I know is we popping |
| All I know is we got it, tmc, that’s my logic |
| Marathon, ain’t no stopping, that’s the way I get all this |
| Los angeles, raw shit, county jail, top raw shit |
| smoke and smelling like dog shit |
| How you feeling like oh, shit, I gotta get home, I gotta get up out |
| Just scratch your head, you gotta find your route, you gotta figure it out |
| Gotta buy bands, buy a house, stay confident while you try it out |
| Really do this type of shit that these rapping niggas be lying about |
| Be lying about, they tricking hoes, they flying out |
| Bitches call me like come through I’m like yeah, boo, I’m bout to grab you out |
| In a hotel suite with a famous freak |
| Told her to do her thing, she don’t even blink |
| Took her off her feet, put her on that sink |
| Everything about choice but she came for me |
| Look, so I got that flight, you should probably chief |
| Shots of patrone make your body weak |
| Look, and I ain’t gonna stop till we fuck up your sheets |
| Look, then I wake you up and just fuck up your sleep |