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tokyo jetz - lotto lyrics

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[chorus]
b+tch, you fortunate you hit it’s like the lotto
gassed up might let you eat me in your car though
tell you how to flip it on a n+gga when he trip
b+tch, you beat ’em out the head
you get that bread and then you dip

[verse 1]
b+tch mood
new body coming soon
he with all the extra credit he give head like he in school
might let ’em touch it in the car look he be all up in my skirt
like lil boosie when we zoom we be all in up his vert
just like a tutor he got work uh+huh, kay
when i tell him eat these grocery’s he do it with no plate
he be layin’ like a soulja when he eatin’ that
we gone go again after we done i let em sleep in that
want it on the spot don’t need no plans don’t you get boring look
lost up in the p+ssy he be acting like a foreigner
f+ck me like a freak look you ain’t gotta go too slow
he gone beat on it i’ma eat on boy show me you a pro

[chorus]
b+tch, you fortunate you hit it’s like the lotto
gassed up might let you eat me in your car though
tell you how to flip it on a n+gga when he trip
b+tch, you beat ’em out the head
you get that bread and then you dip
b+tch, you fortunate you hit it’s like the lotto
gassed up might let you eat me in your car though
tell you how to flip it on a n+gga when he trip
b+tch, you beat ’em out the head
you get that bread and then you dip
[verse 2]
this p+ssy pricey boy this p+ssy just like rapper weed
these n+ggas want it no this p+ssy ain’t where rappers be
i’m like a perc he tryna feel me like a script
you get that head you get that bread
b+tch you repeat and then you dip
duck a n+gga you ain’t gotta f+ck a n+gga
tell that n+gga he should thank me
i’m why they wanna f+ck a n+gga
b+tch you the realest in the room till i walk in, huh
ex n+gga calling he be stalking on my d+ck, huh
oh them facts huh
you spent like 3 for them
like gangsta n+ggas roll his weed keep 223s with him
be pistol poppin’ p+ssy poppin’ all that hood sh+t
he gone f+ck be hood don’t need no percs b+tch he got good d+ck

[chorus]
b+tch, you fortunate you hit it’s like the lotto
gassed up might let you eat me in your car though
tell you how to flip it on a n+gga when he trip
b+tch, you beat ’em out the head
you get that bread and then you dip
b+tch, you fortunate you hit it’s like the lotto
gassed up might let you eat me in your car though
tell you how to flip it on a n+gga when he trip
b+tch, you beat ’em out the head
you get that bread and then you dip



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