TiaCorine - Lotto (Part 2) lyrics

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TiaCorine - Lotto (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBaby] She know how to fu*k a ni**a (Mm-mm) She know how to touch a ni**a (Yeah) She know how to su*k a ni**a (So I) Always been fu*kin' with I just might fu*k around and lose my mind Let's find another ni**a (Let's go) She be actin' boujee on me Attitude on a fu*kin' ni**a She dancin' on my dick, no, you can't find this sh*t on TikTok I'm hidden from behind, all you see is diamonds and my wristwatch 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 [Chorus: TiaCorine & DaBaby] I don't give a fu*k (Damn), I'll beat a b*tch up (That's fu*ked 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?" ni**a, I'm better than your b*tch, we, b*tch Please, like icе, make everybody freezе Get on your knees, you cannot do me Just lick on my pussy 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 ni**a eat my pussy like cannoli (Play) Play with my pussy like guitar, Bon Jovi Slowly, ride that ni**a dick like pony Oldie on my pussy, 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 fu*k, 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?" ni**a, 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 lick on my pussy 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 fu*k, 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 ni**a eat my pussy like cannoli)