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lottery - woop dogg lyrics

“ lottery “

(course)

the st sh*t is apart of me
my n*ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh*t bomedy yeah !
(verse 1)
been wit the poppin sh*t on my momma i been droppin sh*t
these n*ggas be cappin i aint neva been wit that talkin sh*t
heard he got money so i pull up and get to taken sh*t im sockin sh*t runnin all in his house and get to flockin sh*t
this sh*t ain’t new to me my n*ggas be in these sts for real
that n*gga was hard until he seen just how these hollows feel
been workin hard a n*gga been grinding tryna sign a deal
b*tch i go hard i get r*t*rded for a couple bills
my n*ggas be trappin we gets it bracken i’m tryna make a mill
fatal attraction wе wit the action n*gga down for the drill
i got the glock i got thе mac b*tch i’m a navy seal
you can get clapped , you can get wacked you can get k!lled for real
knock off his hat here kome the cops b*tch i would neva sqill i’ll lay em flat up ina box that boy i’ll neva heal you can get clapped , you can get wacked you can get k!lled for real i’ll lay em flat up ina box that boy i’ll neva heal !
(course)

the st sh*t is apart of me
my n*ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh*t bomedy yeah !x4

(verse 2)

i’m tip toein wit this thang the safety off fasho
my temper short im off a pill and i’m gone really blow
my n*ggas dressed in all black we blowin 44s
we stay fly we riden get yo ass filt wit bullet holes
i double back & switch lanes then k!ll em by the store
im wit the problem, wit the issues and the activities ya b*tch she wanna ride my d*ck beckus i’m really in these sts if i was you i wouldn’t flex b*tch i’ll leave u in the sts
n*ggas reckless it get hectic my young boys klap heat
bl**dy puddle by his feet
just for playin wit the beef
40 on my waistline n*gga even when i sleep
i chase a bag , you chase a b*tch
i shoot the glock 23
ya b*tch a hoe my n*ggas flipped & we had her on her knees
you can die in any weather it don’t matter the degrees
bounce out & have him speakin funny words like j*panese
free the homies doing time for going on k!llin sprees❗️n*gga❗️ the st sh*t it b apart of me
(course)

my n*ggas doings robbery’s
we runnin through ya property yeah !
feel like i hit the lottery
you hatin it don’t bother me
its funny that sh*t bomedy yeah !

- woop dogg lyrics

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