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woop dogg - lottery lyrics

“ lottery “

(course)

the st sh+t is apart of me
my n+ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh+t bomedy yeah !
(verse 1)
been wit the poppin sh+t on my momma i been droppin sh+t
these n+ggas be cappin i aint neva been wit that talkin sh+t
heard he got money so i pull up and get to taken sh+t im sockin sh+t runnin all in his house and get to flockin sh+t
this sh+t ain’t new to me my n+ggas be in these sts for real
that n+gga was hard until he seen just how these hollows feel
been workin hard a n+gga been grinding tryna sign a deal
b+tch i go hard i get r+t+rded for a couple bills
my n+ggas be trappin we gets it bracken i’m tryna make a mill
fatal attraction wе wit the action n+gga down for the drill
i got the glock i got thе mac b+tch i’m a navy seal
you can get clapped , you can get wacked you can get k!lled for real
knock off his hat here kome the cops b+tch i would neva sqill i’ll lay em flat up ina box that boy i’ll neva heal you can get clapped , you can get wacked you can get k!lled for real i’ll lay em flat up ina box that boy i’ll neva heal !
(course)

the st sh+t is apart of me
my n+ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh+t bomedy yeah !x4

(verse 2)

i’m tip toein wit this thang the safety off fasho
my temper short im off a pill and i’m gone really blow
my n+ggas dressed in all black we blowin 44s
we stay fly we riden get yo ass filt wit bullet holes
i double back & switch lanes then k!ll em by the store
im wit the problem, wit the issues and the activities ya b+tch she wanna ride my d+ck beckus i’m really in these sts if i was you i wouldn’t flex b+tch i’ll leave u in the sts
n+ggas reckless it get hectic my young boys klap heat
bl++dy puddle by his feet
just for playin wit the beef
40 on my waistline n+gga even when i sleep
i chase a bag , you chase a b+tch
i shoot the glock 23
ya b+tch a hoe my n+ggas flipped & we had her on her knees
you can die in any weather it don’t matter the degrees
bounce out & have him speakin funny words like j+panese
free the homies doing time for going on k!llin sprees❗️n+gga❗️ the st sh+t it b apart of me
(course)

my n+ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh+t bomedy yeah !

- woop dogg lyrics

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