Get Out The Way (Lottery)
Yeah, Psalms of David
She don't love me like I love her, no she don't
Get out the way, I'm coming through you lil hoe huh,yeah
Tell them niggas that I want all of the smoke, huh, yeah
I ain't no GD, but they let me in the door, huh, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna smoke sum, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna pray for me
When I bend down to tie my shoes, is she gon wait for me?
I'm coming through like Kanye, y'all get out the way for me
Singing symphonies, just like my love
Justin Timberlake, tell that bitch bye cause she a dud
They bro body dropped, yeah you can tell just by the thud
That's why I stay up out them streets and just can't show no love
I can't even spell Fosatchi
I just know my daddy want some thick bitches on an island
Big shift in music coming, and sorry I'm responsible
Y'all boys out of pocket
Smack him with the cue ball
Y'all boys bitch as hell, I know I'm pissing you off
Buck nasty and wild, fucking shawty with my shoes on
All the haters how you like It's David proving you wrong
That's okay, stay mad and that's where you'll fall
She don't love me like I love her, no she don't
Get out the way, I'm coming through you lil hoe huh,yeah
Tell them niggas that I want all of the smoke, huh, yeah
I ain't no GD, but they let me in the door, huh, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna smoke sum, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna pray for me
When I bend down to tie my shoes, is she gon wait for me?
I'm coming through like Kanye, y'all get out the way for me
She don't love me like I love her, no she don't
Get out the way, I'm coming through you lil hoe huh,yeah
Tell them niggas that I want all of the smoke, huh, yeah
I ain't no GD, but they let me in the door, huh, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna smoke sum, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna pray for me
When I bend down to tie my shoes, is she gon wait for me?
I'm coming through like Kanye, y'all get out the way for me
Singing symphonies, just like my love
Justin Timberlake, tell that bitch bye cause she a dud
They bro body dropped, yeah you can tell just by the thud
That's why I stay up out them streets and just can't show no love
I can't even spell Fosatchi
I just know my daddy want some thick bitches on an island
Big shift in music coming, and sorry I'm responsible
Y'all boys out of pocket
Smack him with the cue ball
Y'all boys bitch as hell, I know I'm pissing you off
Buck nasty and wild, fucking shawty with my shoes on
All the haters how you like It's David proving you wrong
That's okay, stay mad and that's where you'll fall
She don't love me like I love her, no she don't
Get out the way, I'm coming through you lil hoe huh,yeah
Tell them niggas that I want all of the smoke, huh, yeah
I ain't no GD, but they let me in the door, huh, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna smoke sum, yeah
I can't fuck with her if she ain't tryna pray for me
When I bend down to tie my shoes, is she gon wait for me?
I'm coming through like Kanye, y'all get out the way for me
Credits
Writer(s): David Seals
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