Correction Lyrics Lotto (Official) by TiaCorine

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I don't give f**k, I’ll beat a b*t*h up
Scratch off like lotto, b*t*h try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon, tummy tuck
Got your b*t*h in the crowd like 34 whet
N***a I'm badder than your b*t*h weave
B*t*h please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pu**y, then you can leave

34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty b*t*h 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 tupe
Pretty b*t*h and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

Annie Oakley, light that b*t*h up like Smokey
Lowkey, I'm a petty b*t*h but you owe me
No we don’t wait in line, they know me
Italian n***a eat my pu**y like cannoli
Play with my pu**y like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly ride that n***a d**k like pony
OD on my pu**y, boy, like OP
Soaking, make it sound off, macaroni
My only, I'm his Yvette, he Jody
No phony, baby don't tell me, he show me
Can't hoe me 'cause I get money on my lonely
Foreign, if it ain't that then I'm snoring
I don't give f**k, I’ll beat a b*t*h up
Scratch off like lotto, b*t*h try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon, tummy tuck
Got your b*t*h in the crowd like 34 whet
N***a I’m badder than your b*t*h weave
B*t*h please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pu**y, then you can leave

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