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winnin - t.0wee lyrics

[intro: t.0wee]
you say you too much for lame n*ggas
so why the f*ck with that lame n*gga?
i’m lane switchin’ and my chains bigger
he’s a lil’ pup and my name bigger

[verse 1: t.0wee]
ain’t no fitted on my head, this ain’t cap talk
hit it different, i’ll show you, let me bend it over
sh*t, i’m spittin’ in her ear, got her bendin’ over
she made her n*gga l!ck rear, so i bent it over
roll is what up, take your shoes off and relax, baby
we love behind this tint and i’m strapped, baby
i ain’t never been in second place, so can’t no n*gga phase me
i stomp loud, that mean i step with a lot of grеatness
i ain’t talk the sh*t i do ’cause i ain’t nеver f*ckin’ faked it
i don’t wanna hear sh*t if you ain’t get the message
kicked the b*tch up in her rear ’cause she wasn’t nothin’ special
my redhead and a stone thick, call her betty
chip chasin’ ooh ball, can’t argue with no broke n*gga (i can’t do it)
i’ma leave her at the store, sh*t, ’cause she ain’t talkin’ throat sh*t (had to tell a n*gga why you grab your cup? you ain’t finna sip)
[?]*ass ho, i ran through a lot of og’s (talkin’ old guys in my denim, n*gga)
type to hate a n*gga, i’m the type that want you with it, n*gga (and i promise not to smile, do that fake sh*t and envy n*ggas)
real n*gga in her presence, got your b*tch sn*tched

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
f*ckin’ with the g.o.a.t., you ain’t gon’ never get your b*tch back
i told the b*tch break it off like a kit*kat
n*ggas still flexin’ them loafs we been had?
free the important people, reverse they sentence fast
we keep the biggest blowers and expensive stashes
too many money plays, don’t know how to manage ’em
i got dime b*tches with suckin’ d*ck fetishes
he got problems with gettin’ money, who mans is this?
just because you gettin’ money, that doesn’t make you legit
i got to where i’m at by stickin’ to the script
took her money like usual and then dipped, the plug
[verse 3: t.0wee]
hm
been winnin’ since the last app
these n*ggas know no winners, they some [?]
i’m the type to blow her back out after dinner, give her ass shadows
question i get crackin’, pull a fully out the stash spot

- t 0wee lyrics

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