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lirik lagu tiacorine – lotto (part 2)

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[verse 1: dababy]
she know how to f~ck a n~gga (mm~mm)
she know how to touch a n~gga (yeah)
she know how to suck a n~gga (so i)
always been f~ckin’ with
i just might f~ck around and lose my mind
let’s find another n~gga (let’s go)
she be actin’ boujee on me
attitude on a f~ckin’ n~gga
she dancin’ on my d~ck, no, you can’t find this sh~t on tiktok
i’m hidden from behind, all you see is diamonds and my wristw~tch
i be like, “yeah”
[?] s~xy look gangsta
she like to treat me like a ho
she give what you want and say thank you

[chorus: tiacorine & dababy]
i don’t give a f~ck (d~mn), i’ll beat a b~tch up (that’s f~cked up)
scratch off like lotto, b~tch, try your luck (let’s go)
glock on my hip, surgeon tummy~tuck
got your b~tch in the crowd like, “34 what?”
n~gga, i’m better than your b~tch, we, b~tch
please, like ice, make еverybody freeze
get on your knees, you cannot do mе
just l!ck on my p~ssy then you can leave
[refrain: tiacorine]
34 came through like doomsday
with the steel to your brain like toupée
pretty b~tch 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~tch and she mixed like kool~aid
drop bombs on the beat like hussein

[verse 2: tiacorine]
annie oakley, light that b~tch up like smokey
low~key, i’m a petty b~tch but you owe me
no, we don’t wait in line, they know me
italian n~gga eat my p~ssy like cannoli
(play) play with my p~ssy like guitar, bon jovi
slowly, ride that n~gga d~ck like pony
oldie on my p~ssy, 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

[chorus: tiacorine]
i don’t give a f~ck, i’ll beat a b~tch up
scratch off like lotto, b~tch, try your luck
glock on my hip, surgeon tummy~tuck
got your b~tch in the crowd like, “34 what?”
n~gga, i’m better than your b~tch, we, b~tch
please, like ice, make everybody freeze
get on your knees, you cannot do me
just l!ck on my p~ssy then you can leave
[refrain: tiacorine]
34 came through like doomsday
with the steel to your brain like toupée
pretty b~tch 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~tch and she mixed like kool~aid
drop bombs on the beat like hussein

[outro: tiacorine]
i don’t give a f~ck, i’ll beat a b~tch up
scratch off like lotto, b~tch, try your luck
glock on my hip, surgeon tummy~tuck (that b~tch tia)
got your b~tch in the crowd like, “34 what?” (italian n~gga eat my p~ssy like cannoli)


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