Lyrics

How they 'posed to win These niggas keep on asking, these bitches keep on guessing But how they 'posed to win, how they 'posed to win See these niggas hating, see these niggas faking That ain't how you do it, bitch you gotta prove it How they gon' win My main bitch just got a bitch, damn bitch, ain't that bout a bitch? Bitches running game while I mix Hennessey and Gatorade by the bench How these niggas finna plot to win, Maco boy it make a lot of sense My main lady lost some booty weight, told her come back to me when she not as thin Ay, ay, aye How they gone win? Midway package getting so expensive Lucky ashtray got some quotas in it Niggas popping and they know they're sinning Sorry I don't pay them no attention All my shit I rap I rap for you Girl that shit ain't true and bitch you know it isn't Ride the shotty girl with nappy papi Head on the yacht would make the captain happy Sex my fashion, I'm a dapper daddy Only pageant baddies in the paddywagon I might pull over, fuck a bitch and fuck in traffic OGG, this shit is fucking tragic Pull them niggas corpse up out the fucking casket Then re-body bag them just to put them back in How they gon win my nigga? How they gon win my nigga? I don't give a fuck bout your new shit I'm not your friend my nigga Stripper [?], pot full with gold This the life of doing what you want Fuck what you're told, losing getting old Money getting more, [?] killing Manziel Kennedy Bitches feel me like some tight braids Ripper rip em, [?] album start the way Trickle down how you getting paid, that's a damn shame How you bossing with no dossier, we been bossing niggas every play Going for it when it's fourth and 8, first 48, now the record's straight Tell them niggas we gon regulate, tell them niggas we gon regulate Tell them niggas that it's all ours but them fuck niggas they gon still hate
Writer(s): Miles Ellington Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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