Correction Lyrics Lotto (Part 2) by TiaCorine

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She know how to f**k a n***a (Mm-mm)
She know how to touch a n***a (Yeah)
She know how to suck a n***a (So I)
Always been f**kin' with
I just might f**k around and lose my mind
Let's find another n***a (Let's go)
She be actin' boujee on me
Att**ude on a f**kin' n***a
She dancin' on my d**k, no, you can't find this sh*t on TikTok
I'm hidden from behind, all you see is diamonds and my wrist***ch
I be like, "Yeah"
I like me a sexy lil' gangsta
She like to treat me like a ho
She give what you want and say thank you

I don't give a f**k (Damn), I'll beat a b*t*h up (That's f**ked up)
Scratch off like lotto, b*t*h, try your luck (Let's go)
Glock on my hip, surgeon tummy-tuck
Got your b*t*h in the crowd like, "34 what?"
N***a, I'm better than your b*t*h, we, b*t*h
Please, like icе, make everybody freezе
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 toupée
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
Low-key, 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) Play with my pu**y like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly, ride that n***a d**k like pony
Oldie on my pu**y, boy like OP
Soaking, make it sound off, macaroni
My only, I'm his Yvette, he Jody
Not phony, baby don't tell me, he show me
Can't hold me 'cause I get money on my lonely
Foreign, if it ain't that then I'm snoring

I don't give a 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 what?"
N***a, I'm better than your b*t*h, we, 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 toupée
Pretty b*t*h and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

I don't give a 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 (That b*t*h Tia)
Got your b*t*h in the crowd like, "34 what?" (Italian n***a eat my pu**y like cannoli)

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