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​syntixo, gunna - lotto lyrics

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[intro: juice wrld]
one hit
feel like i hit the lotto (lotto)
i could f+ck your mom, though
rollie on me, cost a car note (ring)
pull up on the scene like a car show (skrrt)
b+tch tried to scan like a barcode (yeah)
you’re like nemo, he a grinch that stole that lilo (skrt, yeah)

[pre+chorus: juice wrld]
fresh to death, halo (huh)
codeine in my fuego (ya dig, huh)
bad lil’ b+tch, h+llo (ya dig, huh)
what’s her tone? yellow (hey, huh)
backwoods, cigarillos (yeah)
i smoke a zip of gelato (dope, yeah)
fendi’s cost your car note (cash)
that’s a monte carlo (skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus: juice wrld]
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (grrah)
monеy like grand theft auto (ring)
brick like i’m el chapo (bricks, ya dig?)
feel likе i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (skrt, yeah)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks, bricks, ya dig?)
[verse 1: juice wrld]
i’ma gon’ f+ck yo’ b+tch, send her back over there, yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
vvs on my wrist, it look like a solar flare, yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
shoot a f+ck n+gga in the face, what, huh, like i don’t care, yeah (blaow, blaow, grah)
got yo’ b+tch walkin’ in dior underwear, yeah, yeah (lil’ ho)
had to put drip on her (yeah)
she top me up, ain’t wanna f+ck, she had a fish odor (sloppy top)
diamonds so big on my wrists, b+tch like a wrist boulder (like a wrist)
she gon’ f+ck me first, why? because my wrist colder (ya dig? freeze freeze freeze)
ring around the rosie, pocket full of dead pres’ (yeah, huh)
on my wrist a rollie, try to take it you a dead man (shine, drop)
yo’ lil’ b+tch a trophy, i’m just tryna f+ck her (shine, yeah)
you be tryna c+ck block, you should be a goalie (huh)

[pre+chorus: juice wrld]
fresh to death, halo
codeine in my fuego (yeah)
bad lil’ b+tch, h+llo (ring)
what’s her tone? yellow (yeah)
backwoods, cigarillos (smoke, yeah)
i smoke a zip of gelato (zip, yeah)
fendi’s cost your car note (cash)
that’s a monte carlo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus: juice wrld]
feel like i hit the lotto (ring)
guns like grand theft auto (grrah)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks, ya dig?)
feel like i hit the lotto (yeah, ring)
guns like grand theft auto (yeah, skrrt)
money like grand theft auto (ring)
bricks like i’m el chapo (bricks bricks bricks, ya dig?)
[verse 2: gunna]
(ya dig?)
show night at the apollo (apollo)
i done went push start, auto (auto)
paint the h+llcat marshmallow (marshmallow)
i smoke backwoods woods, not a ‘rello (not a ‘rello)
i’m talkin’ to the money, say, “h+llo” (h+llo)
young gunna really came out the ghetto (the ghetto)
got some b+tches, and they do what i say so (say so)
crazy but it’s true, i don’t play games like halo (like halo)
it’s hard to stop drinking juice, rest in peace to fredo
my n+ggas pull up and shoot, raid your sh+t like mayo (like mayo)
walkin’ around the shoot, with a deuce and a faygo (deuce and a faygo)
b+tch so bad, i flew her and her friends to barbados (barbados)
just so we can go shopping and chill, and lay low (lay low)
brand new chanel white friends, i feel like fabo (feel like fabo)
swervin’ ’round in that new benz, i feel like herbo (feel like herbo)

[pre+chorus: juice wrld]
fresh to death, halo
codeine in my fuego
bad lil’ b+tch, h+llo
what’s her tone? yellow
backwoods, cigarillos
i smoke a zip of gelato
fendi’s cost your car note
that’s a monte carlo
[chorus: juice wrld]
feel like i hit the lotto
guns like grand theft auto (grrah)
money like grand theft auto (grrah)
bricks like i’m el chapo (ya dig?)
feel like i hit the lotto (skrrt)
guns like grand theft auto (skrrt)
money like grand theft auto (yeah)
bricks like i’m el chapo (ya dig?)



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