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lirik lagu g eazy - lotta that

ft. a$ap ferg

talking ’bout whiskey bottles
got a lotta lotta lotta that
talking ’bout skinny models
got a lotta lotta lotta that
talking ’bout groupie chicks
got a lotta lotta lotta that
talking ’bout lucid trips
got a lotta lotta lotta that
i got a lot of hoes, all up on my d-ck
i got a lot of os, all up on my check
and yeah, that loud -ss tree
got a lotta lotta lotta that
bad chicks who wanna smoke with me?
got a lotta lotta lotta that

yeah, i get a lot of checks and yeah, i have a lot of s-x
and labels know i got up next
yeah, she knows she got the best
i got her wet, she got undressed
i nutted all across her chest
i don’t even gotta flex, i never do respond to texts
and now she went and got obsessed
y’all are just the hottest mess
you’re simple, you are not complex
i’m sorry, i am not impressed
back on my bullsh-t again
i am having way too much fun
i’m in a section with 7 kate mosses around me
i swear i can’t only touch one
whiskey, no rum
i gave her something to rub on her gum and her face just went numb
still going dumb ’cause i know where i’m from
bruh, bruh i speak that bay area tongue

alcohol and weed, really anything you need
best believe we got a lotta that
studio with h-lla purp
i just put in h-lla work, now look at where it got us at
heard you got some new sh-t coming
friends are all like, “shoot me something
homie, when you dropping that?”
maybe i could be the biggest
rapper working in the business, wait, i never thought of that
just take a look at the scores, i put numbers up on the boards
i’m in a section with models
and you’re at the bar tryna get at a cl-ster of fours
when that bottle pours i just keep drinking it straight
and get faded and p-ss out on floors
homie’s like, “bro, that’s my girl, what the f-ck are you doing?”
oops, ain’t know that was yours

ah, i just sh-tted on you
probably licking your honey like winnie the pooh
knock you on the ground then i’m lifting my boot
he get beat like timbalands, head of my group
these ain’t louboutins, but there’s red on my shoe
’cause i let that ruger fly like a pelican do
this rapper sh-t light, i’m telling you, dude
when i flow, n-gg-s drown on jell-o canoes
better learn your algebra and your decimals, too
’cause you square motherf-ckers can’t mess with my crew
your b-tch on my d-ck and her lesbian boo
they kiss on the d-ck, i caress on the b–bs
now i’m just deciding on what r. kelly’ll do
just p-ssed on that b-tch, filled her belly with juice
minute maid lemonade from my t-st-cl-, boo
that’s what a n-gg- get when you testing my crew

the british are coming

man, i got a lotta b-tches
all up on my d-ck head danny
“can i suck you off?” is all i’m really used to hearing
call me mr. greedy ’cause i’m not the type for sharing
and i’m always seeing doubles so my b-tches come in pairs
they tryna f-ck with me
all my white girls sniffing britney
they never used to notice, now they digging me
reverse gerald’s name ’cause i get ’em eazy-g
f-ck boy talking out of turn
my brothers leave you sleeping in an urn
yeah, i’ve had a lotta s-x
and yeah, i’ve cut a lot of checks
i’m counting so much paper until my f-cking fingers hurt
swear i deaded off the beat, somebody bring a he-rs-
holler at my at my manager, it’s 10 k for a verse
that’s why i’m filling all these empty duffle bags for features
don’t come around my presence with your mother’s empty purse

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