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winning season - buddah bass lyrics

[verse 1]
everybody wants the spot don’t see the light
why they all want fame no sacrifice?
long nights on the grind this is my time
tell the truth or get payed or just walk the line
grind, uh, that’s what they call it
homie it ain’t easy like you start off balling
tell my lady i’m gone
i’m on the next flight, i gotta leave home
cause where i’m from, good guys don’t make it
you got a lot of dreams them streets they take it (?) pacquiao
every time i stood up it’s knocked back down
now i’m k!lling it and everybody (?) down
like the models like my cars homie top down
i do my thing yo, this is my town
they try to knock me out the game peyton manning style
then i came back gunning they don’t want it now
oh, you a tough guy huh?
can’t even see my star; what planet i’m from
swear these dude’s lame, keep hating on me
i’m king james with the b-lls boy the world is ours
champagne, long nights, the street’s love ya when you do it right
i got a habit i’m addicted to the life, my next hit boy
it’s worth the sacrifice
tell your lady i’m buying
i’m off to the flame, captivated by the shine
(it’s my time)
huh, knew you was hating for a reason
she just wanna join the team, it’s winning season

[verse 2]
show these cats love, they put you on stuck
tell them kiss your -ss, then they on your nuts
skip bayless, dude’s be so shameless
saying they so much better then homie get off the bus
make a name for yourself stop polejocking
like a stripper going hard, keep it poppin’
go get his head now, no stoppin’
taking charge of this game, no floppin’
(oh)
she looking bad, hot thing on my arm, why you so mad?
uh, fresh to death over here yours scalawags
top models over here yours rock drag
went from no cash, to penthouse swag
first they slept on me, now they like dang
you always dream of what you want and then you get it
then all of a sudden, everybody acting different
tryna’ hold something
if you ain’t part of the team, then stay the f-ck from ’round me
wu tang, c.r.e.a.m
black boy, living the american dream
up in first cl-ss, they still hatin’ on me
fake chicks showing love, they ain’t cakin’ on me
she a lady ’bout my buzz, that’s plaid homie
still i took her to my room
double letter blue dress, i’m consumed
by the l-st, for the money and the power
i dream about it everyday even in the shower
this is what i do
scr-pe and hustle everyday fight to keep breathing
i was born to be a legend this is winning season

- buddah bass lyrics

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