G-Lotto - This One's For You lyrics

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G-Lotto - This One's For You lyrics

You hear that? Uh Oh... You know anytime I'm in the booth This sh** get crazy...Let's go! I came back like I forgot something man It's ya boy Lotto Check it! [Verse 1] If you want me come get me trick Ballin' check my outfit Realest in the game Y'all n***as faker than counterfeit Watch me whip it I'm so wicked I can dominate Without even movin' my pivot Fareal n***a Put on my gameface Stretchin' for that paper This a arms race You get 3 strikes before I touch base I'm so mean that when I write 16's I make the hardest n***a Lose all of his self-esteem That's my MO I got love tho for all of my kinfolk So don't get it twisted Like Jamaicans with dreadlocks Cleaner than white socks If you made of gla** I will throw rocks I only came here for the top spot So it's whatever, I'm better Nas said It Was Written So it musta been a letter for me You can't see me Why the hell would you ever look I want my name printed and cemented In them record books [Hook] This what they been waitin' for Got everybody bouncin' I had to give you more When I step out the car Feel like a star And I know they love my style And my swag yeah it's true Make way I'm comin' thru This One's For You! (All my playas in the house let me see ya hands) This One's For You! (All my ladies this yo jam let me see you dance) This One's For You! (I got the spot on lock so let the beat knock) This One's For You! (uh huh) This One's For You! (uh huh, yeah!) [Verse 2] You got the lights, the camera I'm bringin' plenty of action God's favorite gift Who's ya favorite rapper Man I knock him right off ya list So don't get me pissed I can show you how I do it Let me give you some tips I got the streets bumpin' Grew up fast, had to man up You s**as fall for anything My people we gon stand up Come thru you know I got it poppin' Always got that work And I ain't even have to clock in Been there done that They callin' me the lucky charm Feel Like a running back I'm giving you the stiff arm Dude are you serious? That's all you got I treat yo a** like amnesia You just somethin' I forgot I been waiting to get here For a long time And now I'm checkin' out the Rolex It's my time Not afraid I'm the opposite That means that I'm confident They lovin' what I'm doin' man I thank you for the compliment [Hook] Tell 'em what yo name is! (Lotto, Lotto, Lotto) Tell 'em what yo name is! (Lotto, Lotto, Lotto, Lotto)

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