Lyrics Lotto - TiaCorine

Yup
Uh huh

I don't give a fuck
I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto
Bitch try your luck
Glock on my hip
Surgeon tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what

Nigga I'm badder then your bitch weave
Bitch please
Like ice make everybody freeze
Get on your knees
You cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy
Then you can leave

34 came through
Like doomsday
With the steal to your brain
Like toupee
Pretty bitch
And she mix like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on a beat like Hussein

34 came through
Like doomsday
With the steal to your brain
Like toupee
Pretty bitch
And she mix like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

Annie Oakley, light that bitch up like smokey
Low key
I'm a petty bitch, but you owe me
No we don't wait in line, they know me
Italian nigga, eat my pussy like cannoli
Play with my pussy like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly, ride that nigga dick, like pony
OD, on my pussy boy like OP
Soaking, make it sound off macaroni
My only
I'm his Yvette, he Jody
No phony
Baby don't tell me he show me
Can't hoe me
'Cause I get money on my only
Foreign
If it ain't that then I'm snoring

I don't give a fuck
I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto
Bitch try your luck
Glock on my hip
Surgeon tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what

Nigga I'm badder then your bitch weave
Bitch please
Like ice make everybody freeze
Get on your knees
You cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy
Then you can leave

34 came through
Like doomsday
With the steal to your brain
Like toupee
Pretty bitch
And she mix like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

34 came through
Like doomsday
With the steal to your brain
Like toupee
Pretty bitch
And she mix like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

I don't give a fuck
I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto
Bitch try your luck
Glock on my hip
Surgeon tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like 34 what
(Italian nigga, eat my pussy like cannoli)