Hotel Nightclub. by Keoni Lee Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ooh, Who Made the Beat?
Ade Made the Beat)
Oak$hawn
Yeah
Yeah
Ok, look
[Verse 1: Oak$hawn]:
Aye
Sippin’ on lean, while I’m smokin’ on cannabis
Ain’t no way you can handle it
Aye
Fuck is a middleman?
I was born to chase guap & get dividends
I be living my life, ain’t regrettin’ shit
Give a fuck about a little petty bitch
She be suckin’ dick - just to swallow shit
Aye
Huh, bitch
So what are we into?
Shoppin’ at Louis, I got me a bag
Just look what I been through
Cop me two ounces and selling it fast
A nigga be outchea’
Like a nigga be right there
Young nigga be everywhere, aye
She fuck with my melodies
And that bittie a baddie with double D’s
I don’t FWU - you are not company
You my son - Bitch, look up to me
Aye, aye
A nigga be speeding Impala
Chasin’ this guala
Speeding, lookin’ like a greedy ass demon
Live my life, yeah, just like a young demon
Fill ya bitch up, with hella semen
You know, yeah - I beat it, beat it
Mission, yeah
Yes, a nigga do complete it
‘Member nights when I was locked up in a cell
Swear to God, yeah that shit was a Hell
Had to fall back, yes - did prevail
Got the win, never going back to Hell
Gotta get it, gotta really show and tell
Oh - get to the money, Oak
Back in school, yeah, he never made honor roll
But he made it some way, chase a pot of gold
It’s a will and a way, so we make it bro
Make it to the top is where we gotta go
I stay focused on workin’ - & focused and workin’ on getting my dreams
While you sleeping hoe
[Bridge: Oak$hawn]:
And I’m cautious, so I do not sleep alone
And my conscience told me you not trusted bro
And I’m making this money, like shit isn’t funny
I advise you to never go tell a joke
And I heard you plottin’
Got you in my scope
Got you in my fuckin’ Interscope
We ‘gon catch you on the inner coast
Knock you out the fuckin’ outer coast
[Refrain: Oak$hawn]:
You outta bounds & you be telling lies
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
Me and Ade we a fuckin’ god
We the fuckin’ team - the fuckin’ mob
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
You outta bounds & you be telling lies
[Verse 2: Keoni Lee]:
Brodie’s ain’t homies
Niggas ‘gon say they they ‘yo Brodie
Nigga, I was damn near homeless
You ain’t even try to pick up phone calls
Told me to get out the pit - I was bummy
That shit - made me feel like I was nothing
So I had to boss up & get money
I be like “where is my daddy?”
Mommy got problems, nobody ain’t help her
You was acting stingy for nothing
Hunnid racks & you ain’t even throw me a crumble
It’s okay, yeah baby, I’ma be humble
Soon as you fumble, I can’t think about picking up you
Niggas be local
Soon to be global, so I gotta hustle
You know I gotta go and get it
Young nigga on a mission
Got that Mac in the back, like I’m Diddy Kong
When I get on the beat, I turn feelings off
It’s a Keoni Lee & Adizzy song
These niggas be talkin’ - Rosetta Stone
These bitches be horny & Home Alone
Put this dick down her throat, like McDonald’s straw
I was the man as a kid & all
But I’m not a kid, I don’t kid at all
Call me Keoni, not Keenan & Kel
You know I whip Maserati cars
These niggas be cappin’
They cap-alot
I used to trap a lot, on the block
& I still trap a lot, on the block
Like I’m Le’Bron, I’ma superstar
L-Like I’m Will Smith, I’ma superstar
L-L-Like I’m Keoni, a superstar
Aye
(Ooh, Who Made the Beat?
Ade Made the Beat)
Oak$hawn
Yeah
Yeah
Ok, look
[Verse 1: Oak$hawn]:
Aye
Sippin’ on lean, while I’m smokin’ on cannabis
Ain’t no way you can handle it
Aye
Fuck is a middleman?
I was born to chase guap & get dividends
I be living my life, ain’t regrettin’ shit
Give a fuck about a little petty bitch
She be suckin’ dick - just to swallow shit
Aye
Huh, bitch
So what are we into?
Shoppin’ at Louis, I got me a bag
Just look what I been through
Cop me two ounces and selling it fast
A nigga be outchea’
Like a nigga be right there
Young nigga be everywhere, aye
She fuck with my melodies
And that bittie a baddie with double D’s
I don’t FWU - you are not company
You my son - Bitch, look up to me
Aye, aye
A nigga be speeding Impala
Chasin’ this guala
Speeding, lookin’ like a greedy ass demon
Live my life, yeah, just like a young demon
Fill ya bitch up, with hella semen
You know, yeah - I beat it, beat it
Mission, yeah
Yes, a nigga do complete it
‘Member nights when I was locked up in a cell
Swear to God, yeah that shit was a Hell
Had to fall back, yes - did prevail
Got the win, never going back to Hell
Gotta get it, gotta really show and tell
Oh - get to the money, Oak
Back in school, yeah, he never made honor roll
But he made it some way, chase a pot of gold
It’s a will and a way, so we make it bro
Make it to the top is where we gotta go
I stay focused on workin’ - & focused and workin’ on getting my dreams
While you sleeping hoe
[Bridge: Oak$hawn]:
And I’m cautious, so I do not sleep alone
And my conscience told me you not trusted bro
And I’m making this money, like shit isn’t funny
I advise you to never go tell a joke
And I heard you plottin’
Got you in my scope
Got you in my fuckin’ Interscope
We ‘gon catch you on the inner coast
Knock you out the fuckin’ outer coast
[Refrain: Oak$hawn]:
You outta bounds & you be telling lies
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
Me and Ade we a fuckin’ god
We the fuckin’ team - the fuckin’ mob
I don’t trust you fuckin’ other guys
You outta bounds & you be telling lies
[Verse 2: Keoni Lee]:
Brodie’s ain’t homies
Niggas ‘gon say they they ‘yo Brodie
Nigga, I was damn near homeless
You ain’t even try to pick up phone calls
Told me to get out the pit - I was bummy
That shit - made me feel like I was nothing
So I had to boss up & get money
I be like “where is my daddy?”
Mommy got problems, nobody ain’t help her
You was acting stingy for nothing
Hunnid racks & you ain’t even throw me a crumble
It’s okay, yeah baby, I’ma be humble
Soon as you fumble, I can’t think about picking up you
Niggas be local
Soon to be global, so I gotta hustle
You know I gotta go and get it
Young nigga on a mission
Got that Mac in the back, like I’m Diddy Kong
When I get on the beat, I turn feelings off
It’s a Keoni Lee & Adizzy song
These niggas be talkin’ - Rosetta Stone
These bitches be horny & Home Alone
Put this dick down her throat, like McDonald’s straw
I was the man as a kid & all
But I’m not a kid, I don’t kid at all
Call me Keoni, not Keenan & Kel
You know I whip Maserati cars
These niggas be cappin’
They cap-alot
I used to trap a lot, on the block
& I still trap a lot, on the block
Like I’m Le’Bron, I’ma superstar
L-Like I’m Will Smith, I’ma superstar
L-L-Like I’m Keoni, a superstar
Aye