Hottest in the city – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Hottest in the city – Ty Dolla Sign

Hottest in the city lyrics
Beat the p***y like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that p***y, stick that p***y, 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 p***y extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)

720S Mclaren, my s**t go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bought some 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? (H-h-h-hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no n***a in this b***h did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no n***a in this b***h did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city?
Who the hottest in the city?

Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up!
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis

SOSer, no panties under that dressa
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
A*s fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka
Rich n***a d**k betta, come with a checka

I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a b***h
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That p***y stay wetta when it’s on a raw d**k

Called her a*s lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that p***y need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
A*s wide, got the gun, I had to hold the skreet 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 a*s fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that a*s fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)
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