Lyrics Father – Lotto
Text:
ABRA:
Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
You lookin’ for my boyfriend, but bitch, I’m not tellin’
Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
Father:
Feel like LL Cool J ’cause I’m always in the house
Call my shawty gold grill, ’cause she always in my mouth
Mississippi nigga, aye, I’m king of the South
Charlie Murphy, yeah, nigga, fuck your couch
Eddie Murphy, yeah, vampire in Brooklyn
Got em shookin’, don’t leave your shawty, she get tookin’
Don’t run up on me or my fuckin’ homies, aye, that’s tragic
That fire hit his body, now he twerk like he at magic
Got on way too much designer and you know that shit don’t match
Ya momma saw my drip and said, «God damn, that boy a catch»
Niggas say they got your back until you gotta leave ’em back
Niggas high off that pack, I need that boat, I need that yacht
Hit ’em with that.45, now his stomach touch his back
Shawty thought she all that ’til she went and met her match
Oh that’s me, oh that’s Fat, with the Glock and the black mask
ABRA:
Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
You lookin’ for my boyfriend, but bitch, I’m not tellin’
Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
Diamonds on my wrist because I’m fuckin’ lit, yeah
Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
