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ovg! - Death Lotto lyrics

Artist: ovg!

album: Death Lotto


Don't need no friends
I got bitches on my line
I'ma write you on my Death Note
Don't waste my time
If you wanna fuck with me
I'll fuckin' light you up inside
And if you tryna have some fun
I'll fuckin' put you in a tie like-
Bitch, I'm on go, go, go, go, go
Like bitch, I'm on a roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight
Like one two, kung-fu
You finna see the light
I'ma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight drippin' blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean
What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy, you ain't shit, I pack a treat
Like I'm just tryna fuck, I don't want nothin' in between
Ay, pull up with my Sharingan eye
And you know, I don't play I take down five
Got these baddies on me, and you know I don't liе
Put a blade through my chest and I'm goin' bankai
Puttin' on my mask, and I finna turn hollow
Straw Hat Pirates, and you know my crеw follows
Stackin' these racks I don't need no lotto
Livin' large like a Titan I ain't talkin' Colossal
Like damn, Tanjiro I'm slayin' demons
Slicin' through him, he ain't breathin'
He want my blood but I ain't bleedin'
I'm green and boomin', yeah, I'm creepin'
Runnin' in these lanes, and I'm finna drift through
Got no hands on the wheel, and my whip is brand new
And you know we makin' waves, and you know we makin' moves
Fill 'em with the smoke Shadow Clone 術
There are many types of monsters in this world
Monsters who will not show themselves, and who cause trouble
Monsters who abduct children
Monsters who devour dreams
Monsters who suck blood
And monsters who always tell lies
Watch your back, 'cause I might attack
Black belt, bitch, I'm fast
Can't see where I'm at
Driftin' through the rain
Dark tint matte black
What the fuck do you want?
Bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm relaxed
I ain't tryna fuck with you or your bros
Bitch, you are a broke bitch
Put in the work bitch
You gon' stay homeless
I'ma paint your walls red like I'm Janovic
Middle fingers to the haters that are all alone, bitch
Now everything that was in my way is gone
Haha, hahahahahaha, haha
It's only a matter of time before I get rid of the police
What do you think of that, L?
This is my perfect victory
That's right, I win!
Bitch, I'm on go, go, go, go, go
Like bitch, I'm on a roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Why you pull up with a stick?
I'm tryna pull up with fist and we fight
Like one two, kung-fu
You finna see the light
I'ma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight drippin' blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean
What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy you ain't shit, I pack a treat
Like I'm just tryna fuck, I don't want nothin' in between

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