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lotto (part 2) - tiacorine lyrics

[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)

- tiacorine lyrics

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