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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
Vincent van den Ende
Vincent van den Ende
Songwriter
Lennard Vink
Lennard Vink
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
VYNK
VYNK
Co-Producer
Avedon
Avedon
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin') You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin') You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin') You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin') Ayy, winnin', winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin' I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin' I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin' I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin' I'm from the trenches, I made it (ayy), that's crazy, it was so dangerous But I wasn't scared, and I wasn't hatin', I was just dreamin', Glock with the laser (bah) Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it Then link with the bros in grand mama's basement See what we made (see what we made) He play wit' us, next time you see him gon' be at his grave (bah) (Grrah) dog food, fentanyl First - in the city with a Benz truck, big dawg (skrrt-skrrt) They don't like me on the other side But I'm still gettin' money over there, I know they pissed off Ayy, I'm so surprised that I'm still alive I gotta thank God 'cause I was outside and bullets was flyin' And I ain't get hit (nah), that's how I know that I'm winnin' Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') You from the trenches, you livin', you winnin' (you winnin') You wake up and go and get it, you winnin' (you winnin') You tryna double your digits, you winnin' (you winnin') You put hot sauce on your chicken, you winnin' (you winnin') Ayy, winnin', winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin') Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' I'm from the trenches, I'm livin', I'm winnin' I wake up and go and get it, I'm winnin' I'm tryna double my digits, I'm winnin' I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winnin' You need some tree, let me tell Blanko (yeah), he send that - to your mailbox I'm eatin' chicken, don't - with Tabasco, you know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's) Free all my bros out them cell blocks (free 'em), they comin' home, causin' hell, God Get my boy right for a band, thought (yeah), run up on me, you's a dead guy Bro called, said he need an M, I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten" (damn) But you my brother, I got you (I got you), we way beyond locked in (locked in) - Sayin', "Free my lil' -" (what?), them boys ain't never tap in (not once) Right now, I ain't buyin' no jewelry, Corona made me miss too many backends (damn) But when this - open back up (open back up) I'm goin' straight on my run (I'm goin' straight on my run) Hit the ground, runnin' it up (runnin' it up), doin' nothin' but focusin' up on Winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (winnin'), winnin' (what else?) Winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?), winnin' (what else?) Winnin', winnin', winnin'
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Lennard Vink, Vincent Van Den Ende Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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