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I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted You can pop bottles if you want Giving off charm, hanging bitches from your arm So you think you've got style but you don't You're not coming in, even with your Gucci coat I'm looking at the ice on your throat Talking so big, boy, I hope you don't choke Yeah, you've got a little something on your nose You ain't coming in it's a broke-free zone Yeah, I know you're leasing your Lambo' Arms so jacked like you're Rambo Yeah, I know you've never seen a bankroll (Uh, uh) Yeah, I know you're leasing your iPhone, yeah Play the bad boy but you're Santo, yeah Really think you're Rocky but you're Fat Joe Letras de cancionesScaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted Gold finish Gold trimmings Gold simmons What you gonna do with these? Double digits Six figures Ice earrings What you gonna do with these? See me in my story in my villa I be by the cupboard with the liquor Queen of the desert, like Pracilla No pre-game, no mixer Did ya momma tell you all the do's and don'ts? It's a girls night, should've stayed at home And I could really do without your cheap cologne You could empty out a room with your pheromones Did ya momma tell you all the do's and don'ts? You can't even touch me in my Saint Laurent Tryna catch a bag, but ya can't get stoned Brag about your boys, but you're all alone I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted I'm your motherfucking hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted From Letras Mania