Lotto

作曲 : Tiacorine

That b*tch tia

Uh huh

I don't give a f*ck I beat a b*tch up

Scratch off like lotto b*tch try your luck

Glock on my hip surgeon tummy-tuck

Got your b*tch in the crowd like 34 what?

N*gga I'm better than your b*tch

B*tch we B*tch please

Like ice make everybody freeze

Get on your knees you cannot do me

Just lick on my p*ssy then you can leave

34 came through like doomsday

With it still to your brain like toupee

Pretty b*tch and she mixed like koolaid

Drop bombs on the beat like Hussain

34 came through like doomsday

With it still to your brain like toupee

Pretty b*tch and she mixed like koolaid

Drop bombs on the beat like Hussain

Annie Oakley light that b*tch up like Smokey

Low key, I'm a petty b*tch but you owe me

No we don't wait in line they know me

Italian n*gga eat my p*ssy like cannoli

Play with my p*ssy like guitar bon jovi

Slowly

Ride that n*gga d*ck like pony

Oldie on my p*ssy， boy like OP

Sulky made it sound off macaronie

My only

I'm a teen vet he choney

Not phony baby don't tell me he show me

Can't hold me cus I get money on my only

Foreign if it ain't that then I'm snoring

I don't give a **** I beat a b*tch up

Scratch off like lotta b*tch try your luck

Glock on my hip surgeon tummy-tuck

Got your b*tch in the crowd like 34 what?

N*gga I'm better than your b*tch

B*tch we B*tch please

Like ice make everybody freeze

Get on your knees you cannot do me

Just lick on my p*ssy then you can leave

34 came through like doomsday

With it still to your brain like toupee

Pretty b*tch and she mixed like koolaid

Drop bombs on the beat like Hussain

34 came through like doomsday

With it still to your brain like toupee

Pretty b*tch and she mixed like koolaid

Drop bombs on the beat like Hussain

Low key I'm a petty b*tch you owe me

Italian n*gga eat my p*ssy like cannoli

That b*tch tia!