TiaCorine - Lotto Lyrics

(That bitch Tia)
Yup
Uh-huh
Haha

I don't give fuck, I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon, tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
Nigga, I'm better than your bitch weave
Bitch please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy, then you can leave

34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

Annie Oakley, light that bitch up like Smokey
Lowkey, I'm a petty bitch but you owe me
No, we don't wait in line, they know me
Italian nigga eat my pussy like cannoli
Play with my pussy like guitar, Bon Jovi
Slowly ride that nigga dick like pony
OD on my pussy, boy, like OP
Soakin', make it sound off, macaroni
My only, I'm his Yvette, he Jody
No phony, baby don't tell me, he show me
Can't ho me 'cause I get money on my lonely
Foreign, if it ain't that then I'm snorin'

I don't give fuck, I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon, tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?"
Nigga, I'm better than your bitch weave
Bitch please, like ice, make everybody freeze
Get on your knees, you cannot do me
Just lick on my pussy, then you can leave

34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein
34 came through like doomsday
With the steel to your brain like toupée
Pretty bitch and she mixed like Kool-Aid
Drop bombs on the beat like Hussein

I don't give fuck, I'll beat a bitch up
Scratch off like lotto, bitch, try your luck
Glock on my hip, surgeon, tummy tuck
Got your bitch in the crowd like, "34 what?" (Italian nigga eat my pussy like cannoli)