Lotto (Explicit)-Father/Abra

歌手 : Father / Abra

专辑 : Lotto (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:06

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TXT Lotto (Explicit)-Father/Abra 文本歌词

Lotto (Explicit) - Father/Abra

Lyricist：Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Gabrielle Mirville/Zachary Mack Whitman

Composer：Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Gabrielle Mirville/Zachary Mack Whitman

Pull me over in the lot next to the 'telly 'telly

You lookin' for my boyfriend

But b**ch I'm not tellin'

Got him taking risks baby you're a lick

Diamonds on my wrist because I'm f**kin' lit yeah

Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer

Yeah we gon' have some fun

That you might need to pay for

Pull up to the 'sino and

I'm sipping on Coladas

War crimes at the table

We just hit the lotto yeah

We just hit the lotto

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

We just hit the lotto

Feel like LL Cool J

'Cause I'm always in the house

Call my shawty gold grill

'Cause she always in my mouth

Mississippi n**ga aye

I'm king of the South

Charlie Murphy yeah n**ga

F**k your couch

Eddie Murphy yeah

Vampire in Brooklyn

Got em shookin'

Don't leave your shawty

She get tookin'

Don't run up on me or my f**kin' homies

Aye that's tragic

That fire hit his body

Now he twerk like he at magic

Got on way too much designer

And you know that sh*t don't match

Ya momma saw my drip and said

God d**n that boy a catch

N**gas say they got your back

Until you gotta leave 'em back

N**gas high off that pack

I need that boat I need that yacht

I can't believe this b**ch

N**ga tried to get me for my racks

Hit 'em with that 45 now his stomach touch his back

Shawty thought she all that

'Til she went and met her match

Oh that's me oh that's fat

With the Glock and the black mask

Pull me over in the lot next to the 'telly telly

You lookin' for my boyfriend but b**ch I'm not tellin'

Got him taking risks

Baby you're a lick

Diamonds on my wrist because I'm f**kin' lit yeah

Stash my boyfriends gun up

In the panty drawer

Yeah we gon' have some fun

That you might need to pay for

Pull up to the 'sino and

I'm sipping on Coladas

War crimes at the table

We just hit the lotto yeah

Yeah yeah

We just hit the lotto

Yeah yeah yeah

We just hit the lotto

Yeah