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winnin' team - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(why don’t they just k!ll it?)
(d*mn, jakesand)

[verse]
showed her how i live, ain’t no comin’ back
where the opps? i’m tryna pop ’em like some bubble wrap
feel like hester, catch the play and i’ma run it back
gotta smack it everytime i see it ’cause it’s really fat
n*ggas tryna ride our wave like a surfboard
hit a b*tch and never text, she get ignored
i always got some paper like a clipboard
bro on the block makin’ plays like a point forward
got his number in my phone saved as lebron
these b*tches change like the season, i can’t call her mine
sh*ttyboyz ’cause we was sh*ttin’ on them all the time
you would be a free man if ballin’ really was a crime
i spin these hoes like a disco ball
me and stan sendin’ punches back and forth like it’s a brawl
came up from stealin’ sh*t, i feel like [?]
took a couple hits when my back was against the wall
when she put the neck on me, i was so astonished
couldn’t believe she made me cum fast just like i’m sonic
if i’m not in the room, why i’m out of topic?
always one in the head, never gotta c*ck it
f*ck, fanduel just got me again
left my old b*tch in the past, went and got a ten
if you don’t take a risk, you won’t probably win
took a couple, livin’ good, gotta say amen
finna turn it up, let me power up
n0body can f*ck with us, it’s like our sliders up
cut straight into the b*tch like is you tryna f*ck?
she like, “d*mn, you straight to it, couldn’t even say what’s up?”
the time that i give you i ain’t tryna waste
told my b*tch don’t talk about my b*tch, stay in your place
if a n*gga say we weak, somebody got him laced
how the f*ck you got all that ass but can’t make it shake?
d*mn, bae, you wasted it
if she let me hit it, i’ma stab it, i’ma jason it
left my kids on her couch like she babysit
heard your lil’ song, hate tell you you ain’t makin’ it
sbdsm known state to state
how the f*ck you eatin’ and your mans ain’t got a plate?
we gon’ be rich soon goin’ at this rate
see somebody winnin’ and salute, i can never hate
you not who you say you are like a catfish
she ain’t tryna share me with her friend, she so selfish
i do it for the green like a celtic
i’m a sh*tty boy, i sh*t talk, i can’t help it
foreign b*tch tryna teach me a different language
everybody take a l, boy, stop complainin’
b*tch ran through, walls need some maintenance
i just want the money, never cared if i was famous
in the end, i bet they label us the best group
really know a good*ass shooter that do not hoop
no cap, he’ll blow you like some hot soup
really know some real*ass scammers and that’s not you
you lil’ f*ckin’ fraud
room full of bad b*tches and i want ’em all
sh*ttyboyz win, never lose or get a draw
ridin’ with some troublemakers, they ain’t scared to break the law
i can’t be around you if you scared to make some cheese
freaky thotiana tryna get me out my jeans
hair long like rapunzel, she don’t need no weave
come and get with the lab, we the winnin’ team
[outro]
b*tch
come get with the lab, we the winnin’ team, no cap
b*tch, hm, sh*ttyboyz

- trdee lyrics

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