paroles de chanson Lotto Machine - KJ$

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Lotto machine westside river sitting across some cigarette fiends
That trying to hit big by any means I switch the scenes
Color field greens with the wine picnic blanket and the camera with the cheese
Coast side apartment you can feel the ocean breeze (Bird noises)
Too rich to get fucked over on the lease
Rest in peace to the greats that deceased over see us as we travel overseas and take what we please
I'm like heaven from above haters on my dick like they in love
I'm like fuck)
Like mush I'm on my bad luck (we've been mushed)
But I still sit down throw another buck (We five bucks in the lead)
Cause the rest I just spent up on the plug
Let me unplug I'm fucked
Life seem way too big for me to be getting stuck

But man that's how it look when you turning pages trying to find your chapter up in this book
I cook up like pussy caught up in a wet hookup
I'm deep up in this cup I'm fucked up we run up
Looking up around the club for an up I think I've given up

Cause it's just foreign girls and foreign drugs up in this club
I'm trying to find my woman so we can leave go smoke some woods like Woods Men
Lumberjack we cutting down for paper wraps (come into lumberjack now)
KJS just running laps around this rap like we busting straps
And gats trying to get that pussy cat
Haters fakers love to cap

But fuck all that
I'm down like a bad grade in math except it's on this pay grade and it's steady flat
I pulled over better have that spare up in the back
Cause we track miles and we've mastered our styles
And we throwing fake smiles you haven't been around in a while
Just old memories in my brain that compile like a stack of photos in a pile

I flip through the stack and look back
Old squad used to be so wack but we was all that
Smoking weed whipping through the flats (Burning leaves)
Hanging with our bitches getting pussy cat
But we spend the money like

Lotto machine
Westside river sitting across some cigarette fiends
That trying to hit big by any means
I switch the scenes color field greens

With the wine picnic blanket and the camera with the cheese
Coast side apartment you can feel the ocean breeze (Bird nosies)
Too rich to get fucked over on the lease
Rest in peace to the greats that deceased over see us
As we travel overseas and take what we please
I'm like heaven from above
Haters on my dick like they in love)