King Combs – Lotta (ft. Flee) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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King Combs Lotta

King Combs doesn’t really need to be rapping. His dad is Diddy, after all, but he still puts his best foot forward every time he steps to the plate. Before the year came to an end, King Combs unveiled a brand new banger with Flee titled, “Lotta.” Drill-influenced production drives the record as Combs teams up with Flee to swap bars and drop some extravagant flexes. The two rappers capture a party vibe, from the bars to the video itself which shows both Flee and King Combs flexing with several models surrounding them.

The latest from King Combs arrived at the same time he released “Dream,” which featured contributions from Cash Cobain.

King Combs – Lotta (ft. Flee)

Watch Video

https://youtu.be/ERcLKumI3Ps

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I got hoes from the hills at Novaes
Cuban links, not a regular watch
She get lit when we walk in the spot
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta thots
Foreign bitch, not a regular thot
Two bitches fuckin’, they said I could watch
Let me join when I pull out the guap
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap
CD, how many hoes you can fit in the Range?
Scoop me at the crib, I was just gettin’ chains
I’m throwin’ some Cartiers and throwin’ some Bape
Flee, how many bitches we fuckin’ today?
Ten hoes put up, got four on the way
I kicked a few out, got more on the way

[Verse]
Ayy, play with the rack, racks like Serena
I’m cheatin’ like [?], she a eater
Spend the show, eat me up like [?], okay
I swerve in the track, track, I’ma speed up
My pockets is fat, fat like a reefer
Me and Flee on the track, know that shit the heat up, okay

[Chorus]
I got hoes from the hills at Novaes
Cuban links, not a regular watch
She get lit when we walk in the spot
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta thots
Foreign bitch, not a regular thot
Two bitches fuckin’, they said I could watch
Let me join when I pull out the guap
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap
CD, how many hoes you can fit in the Range?
Scoop me at the crib, I was just gettin’ chains
I’m throwin’ some Cartiers and throwin’ some Bape
Flee, how many bitches we fuckin’ today?
Ten hoes put up, got four on the way
I kicked a few out, got more on the way