Drake – The Lotto Lyrics

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I'm the fuckin man, you don't get it do yah?
Type of money everybody actin like they knew yah
Go Downtown, nursin home pimin bitttcch
Them black people love me like I'm Salt-n-Pepa
Tell Mama Lu I'm out in Jersey too
Playin cards, Always winnin ain't much to do
Thick rain, needa ride up to Biscayne
Is it a hurricane, goddamn ain't shit changed
How I feel? How I feel? How I feel?
85 sittin on 85 mill uhh
I'm in da buildin and I'm pissin myself
Rest in piece Mike J, I'mma do it for LA okay *he actually died today js*
Gettin played I'll holla whenever that stops
My team dead but I outlived the mascot
I drink Prune Light, pass through me like a gateway
Fried eggs and cheese, you niggas more diet latte
Me, Jenny, Carley Carl at the bingo
Gout goes out to Rico, Grace and Bubs, shout to Kibbo
We got Ensure Margaritas by the liter
She know even when I'm puttin with her, I don't really need her
Aohhh, that's how you feel man?
That's really how you feel?
Cuz my fingers out cold, man these bitches need a grill
I mean maybe they won't
Then again maybe they will

I can almost guarantee they no the deal
Real senior wassup?

[Drake-Hook]
Now she goin loco
You already know though
You only win once: that's the motto nigga YOWO
We bout it everyday, everyday, everday
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga all we do is play
Everyday, everyday, fuck what anybody say
Can't see em cause the focals broke away
Real senior wassup?

[Lil Wayne]
One, time fuck one time
I'm beatin niggas out like a bonfire
Seven, pounds in the lunch
Almost drowned in the chowder so I ran to the brunch
It's Eastwing, we in this b*tch
Wish a pit would like a dog in this b*tch
And if her ass growl nother breed in that b*tch
I smell like BO add Degree to that shit
I'm f*cked up, worn down
Got twisted, tight bound
Talk stupid, he ate the bread
Nigga money talks like Mr. Lett
My lung so rusty got a plum from the sun
Fertilizer bunny
Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
Ain't sh*t sweet niggas on the street eatin boogers
Lung almost touched my toungue
Skeet skeet skeet other lung
Oh my god Freddy, look at her butt saggy

[Drake-Hook]
Now she goin loco
You already know though
You only win once: that's the motto nigga YOWO
We bout it everyday, everyday, everday
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga all we do is play
Everyday, everyday, fuck what anybody say
Can't see em cause the focals broke away
Real senior wassup?

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