Milo Velour - Hotel lyrics

[Milo Velour - Hotel lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just met these bitches at my show, yeah
We took these bitches to the hotel
We fucked these bitches at the hotel
Can't trust these bitches cause
These hoes tell
Oh you in my shit? I need your cell phone
Tryna take a pic she get yo flex on
You tryna take a picture get the hell on
These bitches wanna fuck me
Cause I'm well known

Hop out the 'Vette then hop in the telly
Fuckin' Kehlani like my name was Belly
Think she wanna fuck on my broadie
My partner
Cause we got that fetti on fetti on fetti
No confetti, rip 'em up boy they ready
She act like she don't know me
Really try sellin' it
I fucked that hoe in a matter of minutes
I fucked that hoe in a matter of minutes
She was a groupie
Little bitch who is you foolin'?
I'm on the block with my toolie
I'm fuckin' that hoe and
She look like Karrueche
Kickin' shit just like I'm Bruce Lee
Old bitch, I don't like her mood swings
Really I need me a new thing
Really I need me a bitch with some new rings
Really just found me a boo thing
Couple her up I put that crack in her coochie
I put that brack in her boochie
My little bitch a real boozy
Ice on my neck and it look like a cooler
Water like lakes so I pool 'em
All of these hoes at the
Show we gon' pull 'em
I fucked that bitch, now I am boolin'

Just met some bitches at my show, yeah
We take them bitches to the hotel
We fuck them bitches in the hotel
I can't trust them man, these hoes tell
Oh you in my shit? I need your cell phone
Tryna take a pic she get yo flex on
Why you tryna take a pic she get the hell on
These bitches wanna fuck me
Cause I'm well known

Bitches all up in my telly
She say she gon' do whatever I tell her
Wrist lookin' wet now that
Man lookin' jealous
Look at my fetti these niggas ain't ready
Race to the money like I wasn't ready
Your girl suck me up like
My dick was spaghetti
I'm drivin' Mercedez like my name was Teddy
Spendin' this cash, if I want it I get it
Up in the spot, workin' a plot
I'm gettin' guap, you niggas not
These niggas fakes, these niggas jakes
These niggas plottin', these niggas snakes
I'm with the squad, flexin' that grip
Tec on my hip I'm finessin' your shit
Next is your whip after that it's your bitch
Don't trust a soul nowadays, niggas switch
She say that she wanna come to the hotel
Keep it on the low
I can't let these hoes tell
Young nigga fuckin' with Uno
Pockets lookin' like a sumo
Diamonds colder than paciugo
And I just met these bitches

Just met these bitches at my show, yeah
We took these bitches to the hotel
We fucked these bitches at the hotel
Can't trust these bitches cause
These hoes tell
Oh you in my shit? I need your cell phone
Tryna take a pic she get yo flex on
You tryna take a picture, get the hell on
These bitches wanna fuck me
Cause I'm well known

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