Producer 20, DaBaby, IV Montana, Jayway Sosa - Hotline lyrics

20 Vision (I got 20 on my beat)
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Mmm, mmm (Hold that real quick)
Look, ayy, peep this

I got all types of hoes on the hotline
Thirsty bitch, she done hit my DM five times
Got to bitches on her face like a drive-by
Wanna hit me late night and give me loud lies
She know a plug, they like Sosa
I got mob ties
Got a main hoes waiting, I'ma big guy
I got red on my bottom like I’m big slime
Know we passin' all these
Hoes, ridin' real time, yeah

Yeah, she keep throwin' that pussy
(She keep throwin' that pussy)
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
(She keep throwin' that pussy)


She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy (yeah, yeah)
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy

And she gon' ride it like a Wraith
(Skrt, skrt) i’m pullin out
She like it right there on her face
Order all the food and gold, nah
We can’t go on dates
Yeah, I just murk that pussy and
I left without a trace
Already had a friend, she throw back
Got her on Molly and a Perc', she rollin'
Soon as we leave the club, yeah
I got her jumpin' on it
Ice on me like glaciers
Fuck her holdin' up my Rollie
Throwin' Champagne on these bitches
You know I can’t send no more
She can’t hold it back, she nasty, hi
It's nice to meet you
She fuck on me like a savage
Sing on it like Anita
We pull up in foreign creatures
I’m bussin' on it like Anina
I like pussy like Katrina, I promote
Her like my single, yeah, yeah

Yeah, she keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (Huh)

A hundred twenty-seven hoes on my dick
You dig? You dig?
I got a stripper scammer bitch
She pay my rent, ha
She bring that money back to
Daddy, I'ma pimp, pimp, pimp
Blue hundreds hangin' out my pocket
Like I’m Crip, Crip, crip
Don’t call my phone about
No motherfuckin' ZIP (Blrrd, blrrd)
Big dog, these niggas motherfuckin' shrimp
(Grr) it’s over for you, 'cause your bitch
Just caught the drip, drip, drip
She saw me walkin' out the
Store and saw my fit, ugh
I make my bitches get along like Flavor Flav
Uh huh ain’t give bitches dick unless
I’m gettin' paid, huh
He go out sad about them hoes
That nigga lame (That nigga lame)
Just did a show, they tried to suck
My dick on stage, hold up, daBaby

Yeah, she keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (Huh)

She got me glued to my seat like a sitcom
Fuck me good, ride around 'til you see cum
If she pitch it, I'ma hit it
That's a home run
Then I go and get the bread on a food run
Drippin' sauce, fuck the cost, man
I’m bloodied at the toes
Hit the gas, do the dash
I Houdini on these hoes
You be trickin', you be playin'
You be entertainin' hoes
I just tell her hush her mouth and, baby
Give me Amber Rose
I get attention when I whip like
I’m 'bout to give a toast
And I just get 'em, then I pass 'em
I’m the king of givin' gold
I’m in the fast lane whippin'
I ain’t switchin' tempos
When the fetty call my name
Then a nigga gotta go

Yeah, she keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She keep throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (yeah)
She throwin' that pussy
She throwin' that pussy (Huh)