Testo Hotbox - Gloss Up
Testo della canzone Hotbox (Gloss Up), tratta dall'album Inferno
Uh, ho-ho-hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch
Ju-jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top (Dubba-AA flexin')
Ay, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top
Ay, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox (uh, Gloss Up, this is the sound)
Ay, hood bitches got the best pussies that you gon' find around (the best)
Ion do no cookin', pussy makin' macaroni sounds (uh-huh)
How you think I got two kids? (How?), nigga lettin' off a hunnid rounds (bah-blaow)
Fucked that nigga good, got on my Boosie shit like, "Wipe me down" (wipe me down)
Ay, jumpin' through these niggas, comin' like it's hopscotch
My nigga outside, ain't goin' out, that mean the block hot (I ain't goin' outside)
These bitches be messy, her nigga givin' me sloppy top
Who told them bitches they was runnin' shit? Because they really not (who? Bitch)
Finna go see this man about a horse, bitch, I'll be right back (back)
They be blowin' these niggas up and meanwhile, ion text back (ion text back)
He ju' picked me up and now I'm slidin' in a Scat Pack (skrrt, skrrt)
I don't fuck with broke niggas, don't gotta aks where that cash at (where that cash? Ion gotta aks that shit, bitch)
Ho-ho-hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch
Ju-jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top
Ay, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top
Ay, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox
She my lil' thot bop
Uh, bitch, take off 'em panties, let me see it, go and drop-drop
Yeah, make that ass clap for me, I'm tryna get my rocks off
I-I don't like no dry mouth
Had to fuck her in the car, bitch can't come in my house
Look, she got fed up today, he kept buyin' knockoffs
Uh, say if a nigga play today, he ju' might get knocked off
Look, you gon' need a new dawg, I-I'm the man, not y'all
Tryna get 'em out the state, you gon' need a U-Haul
Try and boost the murder rate, then why the hell you didn't call?
If I ain't got no Percs today, then I'm servin' Tylenol
I say whole lotta money, I'm way above average, yeah
And my pinky ring more than a hunnid carats, yeah
With this pinky ring, I could feed like 20 rabbits, yeah
I'm ju' tryna fill my condo up with 20 baddies
Yeah, hopped right out a, huh, Porsche, huh
Hopped into a GTS and threw that bitch in sport, yeah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Ho-ho-hopped right out a Bimmer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch
Ju-jumped right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop-top
Ay, I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crop-top
Ay, she my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox
(This is the sound)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Credits
Writer(s): Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Aaron Lockhart, Jerrica Russel
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