letra de hit the lotto - ralfy the plug
[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)
[chorus]
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
[verse 1]
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
neck and wrist broke, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
this a fully auto ’cause these bums want my gold
i’ll never let a broke b-tch near my dough
i’ll never let a dumb b-tch go through my phone
police-ass n-gga need to stay away from my homies
i ain’t nevеr, ever left thе house without my .40
dead presidents with me, i ain’t here by my lonely
i ain’t tryna hear nan n-gga talkin’ ’bout i owe him
better get your homies off my comments ‘fore i blow ’em
i can’t tell the time, lil’ n-gga, ’cause my watch glowin’
diamonds goin’ crazy, schizophrenic, they bipolar
[chorus]
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
[verse 2]
i’m always in the front, so these n-ggas wanna follow
d-ck in her throat so far i made her gargle
fly young n-gga, b-tches thinkin’ i’m a model
i’m slidin’ in a foreign and you slidin’ in a tahoe?
don’t get it f-cked up, my youngest n-ggas not broke
flash on any b-tch that wanna sit up on my pole
spent about a ten-piece at neimans on my clothes
i don’t want no broke ass b-tch up in my zone
he gon’ need more than some dough to get up what i’m on
i don’t wanna hear about no n-ggas that’s my clones
i don’t need no b-tch, can do bad by my lonely
i can’t last a week in the streets without my codeine
[chorus]
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
i don’t wanna f-ck no rat, i want a model
no, you can’t hit my mud, b-tch, here’s a bottle
i know you see me shinin’, n-ggas think i hit the lotto
i’m really all gas, i know you see me on the trottle
[verse 3]
n-gga hate the plug ’cause i really am a problem
reach for my gold, he gon’ end up in a coffin
f-ck a n-gga b-tch ’cause she think a n-gga awesome
to get your homie blood off your shirt, gon’ need some awesome
drakeo a millionaire, but the streets gon’ under boss him
n-ggas wanna rob us ’cause we always out here flossin’
blowin’ h-lla bands, we ain’t worryin’ ’bout what it’s costin’
nerds in my dm, ’cause his b-tch i’m always d-gg-n’
police-ass n-ggas in my business playin’ possum
get your ass stripped for your grams, you on that soft sh-t
you’ll get flipped, we ain’t really with all that talkin’
you need to free the b-tch, need to quit it with all that hoggin’
letras aleatórias
- letra de jambalaya - delbert mcclinton
- letra de nhu santiagu - elida almeida
- letra de gemente - gardenjia
- letra de seeds - a. g. cook & alaska reid
- letra de if i needed help, i wouldn't call (911) - cleveland avenue
- letra de la luna del lupo - indren
- letra de bedside manner - the holy misguided
- letra de let me love you premix - tm
- letra de windows - mama's broke
- letra de mademoiselle a - elie sémoun