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g-lotto - funny lyrics

[intro]
huh?
what the f-ck is so got d-mn funny?
like i don’t get it
y’all think this is a game man?
do it look like i’m playin’ with you?
huh??
sh-t bout to get real man
pay attention!

[hook]
you thinking i am a joke
but ain’t sh-t funny
you got them dolla dolla bills
gimme that money
look at these m-th-f-ckas and i laugh
ha ha!
catch you slippin’ that’s yo -ss
ha ha!

[verse 1]
it’s that g-l o t t o
get it right
you keep actin’ stupid
i’m tryna be polite c-cksucker
i’m two steps ahead of you
m-th-f-cka!

hold up you got me all f-cked up
this ain’t a joke
somebody get a lighter for me
i don’t even smoke
but i’m stressed out
welcome to the terrordome
aka the guest house
why these n-ggas tryna act hard
with they chest out
i need a little bit of luck
this is perfect timing
clipse are proud of me
cuz i kept on grinding
no games no gimmicks
imma push it to the limit
it’s like playin’ with rookies
this sh-t feel like a scrimmage
i’m bogus, magical
hocus, pocus
bought a camera and a telescope
i’m focused
seem like every year
i’m puttin’ out cl-ssics
don’t trip these n-ggas
flip like gymnastics
i ain’t tryna brag
but i know i am fantastic
hit you with the holy ghost
feel like i’m a pastor
i’m on a quest
to be ya new favorite rapper

[bridge]
see i’m at the point now
where i feel like
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me
real talk
my confidence is at a all time high
i’m sittin’ in the m-th-f-ckin kings chair
with a robe and a crown on my head
holla at ya boy
now let me get back on my sh-t!

[verse 2]
everybody fallin’ off
while i spring forward
hit headquarters
this where it’s goin’ down at
walk into ya crib put my feet up
yea i kick back
the past is the past
there’s no way that imma look back
rappin’ is easy to me
i got the best product
i earned my stars and stripes
i’m feelin’ patriotic
all i need is one shot for the top
goldeneye
i earned my stars and stripes
4th of july!

[hook]

[verse 3]
stop talkin’ man do me a favor
the only bars i wanna see
is the ones that i write on the paper
tryna take sh-t that ain’t mine
but i’m not sl1ck
now i’m walkin’ out the front door
with a pink slip
the message was clear
like a text it was sent out
i made a mistake
now it’s time for me to get out
ain’t sh-t funny to me
i can’t smile
and my profile really
dosen’t describe my lifestyle
you live and you learn
that is true
i gotta be a lil smarter
with the things i do
maybe work a lil harder
be a lil wiser
trade them dark boots
for somethin’ a lil lighter
i’m out

[hook]

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