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Matthemonk - Lottery (Prod. Beatzbysolo) Lyrics



Matthemonk - Lottery (Prod. Beatzbysolo) Lyrics




My girl like a Barbie
Old fashioned like Atari
I take her to thanksgiving dinner we gon a Lotte
I feel I won the lottery Im balling
They calling marks like a scholy
Shot like its lonzo
Task it be daunting
Making all this rap like a craft I go off deez
Like JID Im spitting rhymes until I be exhausted
Solo rocking red jackets with a red hat its the rari

I had gone through a lot it don scarred me
But life will scare me
The drugs wont take me over aint no pixie dust no fairies
I get calls a lot telling me I wont carry
A big bag dare me
Double down I wont ever take a loss
If you do then you buried
You saying that you cooking all the fire why it looking like some rare beef
Looking pretty scary
Praying Hail Mary
Are father in heaven
But you always crossing the line so you don't ever get them lucky sevens
She call me Papi desperado
Sip tequila out the bottle
Wheres the Souza Gen is drinking that until tomorrow
Ty with the bud light
Im tired of uptight
F*ckers in my face telling telling me to always grow up
Told me pull up to the party then I did bitch I showed up
And I glowed up
Had to cheers a toast tah
Me ima vulture but I made my own wave
Never on a puppet for the culture
So I better make haste
Skating rapping working raking two k in the same day

Hearing all this cap about me leaving you Im sorry
You got it wrong you did me I had to do you naughty
Had to work my way up to my level now Im salty
All the problems getting me Im needing me a coffee
Cant wait till the end of day Im getting me the toppy
MacKinnon with the Hockey
Clubbing on adult tings
19 and Im brilliant
I thought Id be here honest
Just wish I did it perfect so today I would be ripping rari
Aint no crash dummy testing
Drugs got em slumped man
Off the Robitussin
This groupie hit me up I told her go chill with your husband
If you didnt wanna marry him you should have stuck to clubbing
All this fakes I got no trust man
Lost it n tucked in my pocket
Working on this project
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My girl like a Barbie
Old fashioned like Atari
I take her to thanksgiving dinner we gon a Lotte
I feel I won the lottery Im balling
They calling marks like a scholy
Shot like its lonzo
Task it be daunting
Making all this rap like a craft I go off deez
Like JID Im spitting rhymes until I be exhausted
Solo rocking red jackets with a red hat its the rari

I had gone through a lot it don scarred me
But life will scare me
The drugs wont take me over aint no pixie dust no fairies
I get calls a lot telling me I wont carry
A big bag dare me
Double down I wont ever take a loss
If you do then you buried
You saying that you cooking all the fire why it looking like some rare beef
Looking pretty scary
Praying Hail Mary
Are father in heaven
But you always crossing the line so you don't ever get them lucky sevens
She call me Papi desperado
Sip tequila out the bottle
Wheres the Souza Gen is drinking that until tomorrow
Ty with the bud light
Im tired of uptight
F*ckers in my face telling telling me to always grow up
Told me pull up to the party then I did bitch I showed up
And I glowed up
Had to cheers a toast tah
Me ima vulture but I made my own wave
Never on a puppet for the culture
So I better make haste
Skating rapping working raking two k in the same day

Hearing all this cap about me leaving you Im sorry
You got it wrong you did me I had to do you naughty
Had to work my way up to my level now Im salty
All the problems getting me Im needing me a coffee
Cant wait till the end of day Im getting me the toppy
MacKinnon with the Hockey
Clubbing on adult tings
19 and Im brilliant
I thought Id be here honest
Just wish I did it perfect so today I would be ripping rari
Aint no crash dummy testing
Drugs got em slumped man
Off the Robitussin
This groupie hit me up I told her go chill with your husband
If you didnt wanna marry him you should have stuck to clubbing
All this fakes I got no trust man
Lost it n tucked in my pocket
Working on this project
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Matthew McNulty
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Performed By: Matthemonk
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Matthew McNulty

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