Ty Dolla $ign, Juicy J and Project Pat - Hottest In The City
Play me some pimpin', maneYeah mane, Ty what's good, mane?
On sight mane, when I see that bitch, I'mma
Beat that pussy like I'm Joe Jackson (yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy
That's the total package (yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
'Cause we wasted half a hour
Gettin' head in traffic (yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her
Now that pussy extra splashin' (yeah, ho)
In that thang, soakin' wet, I forgot my jacket (yeah, ho)
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these cookie ashes (yeah, ho)
New Versace denim
Bust 'em with the chain reactions (yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I'm buyin' it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)
Who the hottest in the city? (now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (yeah, ho)
Ain't no nigga in this bitch
Did it like I did it (now, who the hottest?)
Ain't no nigga in this bitch
Did it like I did it (now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (yeah, ho)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
SOS-ah, no panties under that dress-ah
Nipple rings pokin' through the shirt
Tats on her neck-ah
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wreck-ah
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a check-ah
I might have to flex-ah, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
The pussy stay wetter, when it's on a raw dick
Caught her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (skeet, skeet)
Ask why I got the gun, I had to hold the street down
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, for real (ooh)
Yeah she gon' hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
Hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (bounce that)
Let me smack that (yeah, ho) what you lookin' at?
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (bounce that)
Let me smack that (yeah, ho), I had fun with that (woo)
On sight, on sight, she know I need that (bounce that)
On sight, on sight, like where the weed at? (yeah, ho)
On sight, on sight, I cop it off the lot (yeah, ho)
Screaming "Free 03" til' they let him out
(Returning now to your regularly scheduled program)
Written by:
Patrick Houston, Jordan Michael Houston, Michael Foster, Tyrone Griffin, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
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