Hottie Lyrics by Flo Milli is a New English song from the album “You Still Here, Ho?” sung by popular rapper Flo Milli featuring BabyFace Ray. Lyrics of this song are written by Flo Milli & Teddy Riley and music produced by Bizness Boi.
Hottie Lyrics
Ayy
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can’t be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin’ naughty (Po’ up)
I tell him, “Meet me in the lobby” (Come on)
Don’t have me waitin’, boy, I’m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, “Make me” (Mm)
Flaky, I don’t text back if I’m cranky
My ni**a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)
I took him on an odyssey (Oh)
Used to sleep on the bi**h
You owe me an apology (Oh)
And ain’t nobody stoppin’ me (Huh)
Used to hate on the jit
Now you claimin’ you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play with his mind (Haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait ’til I’m actually into the guy
Take a pic’ when I step off the jet (Ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain’t nothin’ but s*x (Hah)
He fumble me, now that’s somethin’ to regret
I ain’t tryna leave ’til he cuttin’ the check (Where the money at?)
Doin’ my thing, I’m in the jungle
Stay in your lane (Your lane, ho), bi**h, be humble
Ain’t with the gang, smoke it like fronto
Ah, pimpin’ these ni***s, like, “Oh my God”
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I’m a hottie (Yeah)
Everything I do, these bi**hes copy (They do)
If he packin’, I might call him papi (Ooh)
I be shittin’ on hoes, it’s a hobby
And he doin’ the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move but he know he can’t stop me (Uh, uh, what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (Money)
Ni**a ain’t s**t like he live in the potty
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin’ naughty (Po’ up)
I tell him, “Meet me in the lobby” (Come on)
Don’t have me waiting, boy, I’m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, “Make me” (Mm)
Flaky, I don’t text back if I’m cranky
My ni**a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)
Curve me at first but you feelin’ me now
Poppin’ her s**t, sexy lil’ chocolate lil’ bi**h
Hope it’s cream fillin’ inside
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke ni***s killin’ the vibe
We on a cloud, say, “It feel like a dream”
Well, baby, we livin’ it now
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (Twenty-two, new Benz)
Bi**h, you look bad, ’cause you nice and you naughty (You bad)
Five rounds, f**k her, made her cum, feelin’ godly (Go)
Do it for the culture like ’07 Carti
Don’t leave me, I’m the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Cartis
Leave that ni**a, that’s right where we started (Yeah)
Heavyweight ni**a get light in the ‘Rari (For real)
I can feel it in my body (Ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin’ naughty (Po’ up)
I tell him, “Meet me in the lobby” (Come on)
Don’t have me waiting, boy, I’m cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, “Make me” (Mm)
Flaky, I don’t text back if I’m cranky
My ni**a stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh)
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Film videos off my phone
Lil’ stupid a** ni**a, I’m grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin’ on
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Get rid of your a**, get gone
Song Details
Singer : Flo Milli, Babyface Ray
Album : You Still Here, Ho?
Lyrics : Flo Milli, Carl Mo, Teddy Riley
Music : Derelle Rideout, Bizness Boi
Label : RCA Records