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letra de lotto - matt mcghee

[verse 1: matt mcghee]
sh-t been f-cked up since i’ve been in the game
we don’t think the same, i’m in the bimmer and i’m switching lanes
rippin’ grippin’ grain, this b-tch is tripping cause she isn’t mane
but f-ck that sh-t she sayin’
i got a whole line up of b-tches that i choose to not entertain
but they still gon’ hop in the range if i get they op on the rang
and out of all my b-tches this might be the holy grail
’cause every time i’m done wit em, a million other n-ggas come try to come get her
and they tell me “how lame you is, what kinda game you spit, and that name you get from her is fake as sh-t
i’m her favorite and her brain is sick it made wanna tell the homies

[verse 2: miles meraki]
my b-tches they love me solely, her friends is trying to get to know me
i get it, the one, the ones but she never my one and only hoe
sober that i don’t need no workout
i keep running from the police
i spit proverbs out, you can’t get no word out, no-no turnouts, no burn
no backwards, i’m backwards like no i.d. when i’m cruising
[?] so much cl-sses
i blow loose leaf out the baggage
she do me like a habit
she choose me ’cause i’m savage
i go by whoever has it

[hook]
it’s been my motto
tryna live like i hit the lotto
tellin’ b-tches wherever i go
she might be his, she might be his
well f-ck and follow
i’m tryna lay off these b-tches

[verse 3: rmell]
more hoes than a mother peac-ck body
flexin’ on ’em, makes a hobby
human made i’m in the lobby
smoking coffee n-ggas kid got all those photocopies
i’m up in it [?]
hit me bullsh-t, scotch-dipping
benjamins inside my denim
apcs so exquisite
level up to get blacked up
hp ain’t high enough
get as high as us
got whole o’s with the slightest touch
i keep it icy, articuno on the low doe
talking frodo with the rings while sipping tea in [?]

[verse 4: dizzy gordo]
young gordo trapping hold the double tree
you know i’m sipping lean
instant pea
trip so long i need the double z
double cup, flipping work i double dutch, i f-ck it up
young n-gga about his cash, hoe
selling tree off the pedestal
i don’t care ’bout no business, n-gga i’m all about riches
catch me switching the lanes ’cause i’m swerving, i’m tripping
spilling drinks oh my godness
these wet dreams keep me coming
i know you’re my aroma
i work [?] yoga

[hook]
it’s been my motto
tryna live like i hit the lotto
tellin’ b-tches wherever i go
she might be his, she might be his
well f-ck and follow
i’m tryna lay off these b-tches

it’s been my motto
tryna live like i hit the lotto
tellin’ n-ggas wherever i go
she might be his, she might be his
well f-ck and follow
i’m tryna lay off the n-ggas

it’s been my motto

- matt mcghee

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