Testo Lotto - Part 2 - TiaCorine feat. DaBaby
Testo della canzone Lotto - Part 2 (TiaCorine feat. DaBaby), tratta dall'album The Saga of 34Corine
She know how to fuck a nigga (mm-mm)
She know how to touch a nigga (yeah)
She know how to suck a nigga (so I)
Always been fuckin' with
I just might fuck around and lose my mind
Let's find another nigga (let's go)
She be actin' boujee on me
Attitude on a fuckin' nigga
She dancin' on my dick, no, you can't find this shit on TikTok (ass-ass-ass)
I'm hidden from behind, all you see is diamonds and my wristwatch
I be like, "Yeah"
I like me a sexy look gangsta
She like to treat me like a hoe
She give what you want and say, "Thank you"
I don't give a fuck (damn), I'll beat a bitch up (that's fucked up)
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck (let's go)
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
Nigga, I'm better than your bitch, wee bitch
Please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy then you can leave
34 came through like Doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupee
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupee
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
Annie Oakley, light that bitch up like Smokey
Low-key, I'm a petty bitch, but you owe me
No, we don't wait in line, they know me
Italian nigga eat my pussy like Cannoli
(Play) play with my pussy like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly, ride that nigga dick like pony
Oldie on my pussy, boy like OP
Soakin', make it sound off, macaroni
My only, I'm his Yvette, he Jody
Not phony, baby, don't tell me, he show me
Can't hold me 'cause I get money on my lonely
Foreign, if it ain't that then I'm snorin'
I don't give a fuck, I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
Nigga, I'm better than your bitch, wee bitch
Please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy then you can leave
34 came through like Doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupee
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like Doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupee
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
I don't give a fuck, I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck (that bitch Tia)
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?" (Italian nigga eat my pussy like Cannoli)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Tia Thompson-shults
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.