2 The Hotel Lyrics

2 THE HOTEL
WRITTEN BY YOUNG SOULJA THE REALEST
[VERSE ONE]:
SIP A LITTLE WINE, PUT YO SEAT IN RECLINE/
NOW COUNT SIXTY SECOUNDS I'MA MAKE YA ASS MINE/
WIFEY AT THE CRIB, SO CAN'T GO TO MY PLACE/
FINE YOUNG DYME I MEET YA ASS OFF MYSPACE/
BABY IS YOU WIT IT/
SWING THEY ASS MY WAY LINE A PINATA I CAN HIT IT/
I TOLD HER RUB THE POONANNY, IT WILL MAKE THE DICK HARDER/
AND I CAN MAKE IT RAIN BUT I AIN'T DEWAYNE CARTER/(NOPE)
SO I'LL THROW CHANGE FOR STARTERS/
p*ssy DRIP DROPPIN'LIKE A FAUCET LEAKIN' SOME WATER/
IT'S A FULL MOON OUT, IT'S HELLA GETTIN' LATE/
AND I DON'T GOT RESERVATIONS AT THE E-Z 8/ (NOT YET) WE CAN SHINE LIKE REAL DIAMONDS, NO CUBIC Zirconium/
LET ME GET BEHIND YOU BABY, WHILE YOU PLAY POTIUM/
NO CUBIC Zirconium/
NOW LET ME GET BEHIND YOU BABY, WHILE YOU PLAY Potium /
[VERSE TWO]:
SEE I COULD TAKE YOU TO THE HOTEL, ONLY IF YOU KNOW KELLS/
WE CAN GET IT POPPIN' OFF THE NECK LIKE COAT TAILS/
OH WELL, LET ME WARM IT LIKE OAT MEAL /
AND BETTER GIVE IT FREE, CAUSE I DON'T WANT IT IF IT'S FOR SALE/
YES, AND YOU f*ckIN' WITH THE BEST/
AND IF YOU ROLLIN' WITH THE SOULJA YOU AIN'T GOTTA STRESS/
NA, SO BABY TELL ME HOW YOU FEELIN'/
YOU CAN SIP A LIL' BRANDY BUT IT'S ONLY IF YOU WILLIN'/

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