Joyner Lucas - Lotto (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Joyner Lucas - Lotto (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
It's my birthday, I'm 'bout
to get lit-lit (Lit-lit)
Might blow a bag on the
drip-drip (Drip)
Make it all back on a quick
flip, ayy (Ayy)
I just need cake and a thick
bitch, ayy (Ayy)
I ain't have much, just a
wishlist (A wishlist)
Now the broke nigga doin'
big shit (Big shit)
I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignant
So keep one eye open like Slick
Rick (Brra, brra-brra)
I got the drip game, nigga, I'm
the big mane (Big mane)
Switch lanes on 'em, hit the
mid range (Mid range)
Keep the big strap on me
like a hitman (Brra)
It go "click-clack, willow-wallow,
bing bang" (Brr-brra)
I ain't never been shit, ain't
shit changed (Shit changed)
But niggas get lame when
you get fame (Brra)
Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains
Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game
I got a bitch on my sofa (Sofa)
I got a chip on my shoulder (Shoulder)
You gotta live with your karma
And if you get hurt then you got
what you supposed to (Boom)
I got hitters all over (Over), told
'em this is all over (All over)
I take the kids on drugs and line 'em
all up and get 'em all sober (Woo)
I got a little check that
I cashed out, ayy (Ayy)
Credit card maxed out, ayy (Ayy)
I get lit then I act out, ayy (Ayy)
I ain't wanna do it but I
blacked out, ayy (Woo)
They say I need to be safe (Safe)
I think I need to be straight
Fix your vibes, you need to be laced
You just need God or you
need to meet Mase
I left my bitch, maybe we
just need space (Space)
I got gunners like Chris,
like Niecey (Like me)
I got brothers like Tip, like
Breezy (Like Breezy)
I got stunners like Wayne,
like BG (Okay)
I got a hood bitch all about the bread
And she only give me head 'cause the
bed too squeaky (Too squeak)
I'm too smart for a ho tryna G' me
A bitch be dumb if she ever
try to leave me, word
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin'
lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto (Bah)
Gangsters, hustlers, killers
follow (Bah-bah)
I'm the realest nigga, I know
(Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh)
I just hit the fuckin' lotto
Why do I feel like Manson? (Oh-oh)
Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like
I just got cancer, ayy (Ayy)
Murderin' streets, my anthem
All of y'all clowns is
banter, ooh (Banter)
Still can't pull your pants up
Kidnap kids like Amber (Ayy)
Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom (Ooh)
I moved from the trap to
the mansion (Mansion)
Went from the Uber to a Phantom (Word)
You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em
I've never been pretty, but my
mom think I'm handsome (Yeah)
I hate niggas that flex
on camera (Camera)
Lil' kids always tryna
throw tantrums (Yeah)
All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff
You can get washed and I'll
throw you in a hamper
And if you get hurt then you got
what you supposed to (Yeah)
I got hitters all over (All over), told
'em this is all over (All over)
I take the kids on lean and
get 'em all clean and give
'em all soda (Bah)
Watch how I do it, I demonstrate,
ooh (Ooh)
I ain't gotta move, I renovate
I don't really pray, I
meditate, yeah (Woah)
I ain't gotta jump, I levitate
Always on time, I'm never late (Ayy)
I was outside like every day
Tryna turn water into lemonade
Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai, I
just wanna get away, woah (Oh)
You don't want war with a
rich nigga (Rich nigga)
You should hit the gym,
get a bit bigger (Oh)
I ain't got patience for
bitch niggas (Oh)
Wrap you in the basement with
Big Tigger (Big Tigger)
Your bitch is a thot, you had kids
with her (Kids with her)
Your watch little lit, but
my wrist litter (Ayy)
He thought he had a plan 'till
the fist hit him (Ooh)
(He thought he had a plan
'till the fist hit him)
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