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letra de lottery (renegade) [dolan remix] - k camp & dolan

[intro: k camp]
wait
renegade
ayy reazy, we got one
you dig?
yeah, let’s go
sound
yeah, yeah
sound, sound
let’s go

[chorus: k camp]
cash on me like i hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
hoes a trip, watch ’em how they fall on me (wait)
hundreds blue, yeah, i got ’em all on me
go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let’s go (mmh)
prada shoes, yeah, i keep a style on me (style on me)
pretty freaks, make them b-tches pile on me (i swear)
rack party, i got thirty thou’ on me (right now)
go (go), go (go), go (go), let’s go

[verse 1: k camp]
too much cake, all these b-tches want a piece (want a piece)
plenty racks, i threw ten on top of my t–th (racks)
diamond choker, vvs, i can’t breathe (i can’t breathe)
go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let’s go (mmh)
saint laurent, marmier, givenchy (givenchy)
gucci goggles, gucci buckle, gucci skis
you gon’ cuff that ho, we know that ho a freak
go (yeah), go (go), go (go), let’s go (she a freak)
[chorus: k camp]
cash on me like i hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
hoes a trip, watch ’em how they fall on me (wait)
hundreds blue, yeah, i got ’em all on me
go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let’s go (mmh)
prada shoes, yeah, i keep a style on me (style on me)
pretty freaks, make them b-tches pile on me (i swear)
rack party, i got thirty thou’ on me (right now)
go (go), go (go), go (go), let’s go

[verse 2: k camp & dolan]
i know shooters in dc, bradley beal (shoot)
shawty thick, she say, “i don’t miss no meals” (miss no meals)
buddy broke, you know you can’t front the bill (you broke)
go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let’s go
this is what’s real
shrimp and lobster, his and hers, it’s a date (yum)
he gon’ eat, she gon’ eat, it’s a plate (it’s a plate)
make them racks, spend them racks, give or take (give or take)
go, go (go), go (go), go, let’s go

[bridge: dolan]
if we going we going dawg
come on
right now
spit it at me
[verse 3: dolan]
i do so many pull-ups
i pull-up on your girl
much like an oyster, i grab her
pearl
puttin’ it down
i’m ’bout to stomp on you, you dumbass clown
listen b-tch, now when i spit it
you can eat it like sushi
it taste so good (uh huh)
i got yo b-tch with the roofie

- k camp dolan

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