Dom Kennedy - The Hotels lyrics

[Verse 1: DOM KENNEDY] I like her faster than Carreras Twistin' all her hair up Cartier is with me girl tell your friend to pair up I'm gon' let this bed out Help me lift this chair up You gon' get me kicked out Baby girl I dare us Soon as I see your underwear it get tared up Cuz I could beat it harder than these drums and wouldn't care much (yeah) Then toss you like some red dunks Cuz you a diamond like the brand I only wear once And I be rhymin like the man you gon commit to But I just wanna be the n***a you rub your sh** to You work out with You get fit to I ain't chasin nothin I get everything I meant to She make me feel like everything I been through To post up I flew coach but Let's roll sum'n You smoke huh The life's good Cheers to hotels all over And girls that pick you up from airports when you told 'em Navy blue fairfax Duffle on my shoulder And when I hit Atlanta we gon have to do it over We say -- Cheers to hotels all over x3 And when I'm in Miami we gon have to do it over We say -- Cheers to hotels all over x3 (Carter) (Verse 2 - Carter) I gotta get it gotta get it Nah Dom bro Tell ol girl I'm good on her Matter fact ask her if she got some good on her I'm tryna score an 8th After that She can skate I got a girl and I love her Make no mistake I ain't perfect but the flow close And they got me flyin coast to coast See I depart in LAX arrive in HTX Check in at the deck Then hit Rodgers on the text (wa**up) Hit the lobby with a swag they ain't Neva seen Concier showin love Now I got the plug When we come to your city you ain't gotta mug These broads rushing to the front You know they here for us After the show I'm prolly a no show I'll be on my phone cakein My n***as hatin Check out at 8 Plus I got a early flight Get it poppin on the skype Then I call it a night Watch who you give ya pipe Gotta learn Where You Get It From They say they won't tell Man these birds liars I'm just in a room Smokin' by myself That's enough of y'all hoes And we say Cheers to hotels all over And homies who scoop you up from airports when you told 'em Tall black, fairfax, duffle on my shoulder And when we in your city We gon have to do it over And we say x10 Dom call the Rodgers Who you know though (Who you know x3)