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WINNER
Hip-Hop/Rap
WINNER was released on April 4, 2025 by Mason Music Label as a part of the album WINNER - Single
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
LabelMason Music Label
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick.mason
Rick.mason
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Pintz
Richard Pintz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adi Rei
Adi Rei
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Real go getter
Stuck in the summer, I stay in covers
Too cold in the winter
Too much on my plate but I'm feelin' great
But boy, you look thinner
You look outta shape
You're losin' your pace, but bitch imma winner
Bitch imma winner
Bitch imma
Bitch, Imma win it
Let me roll weed in the back of your Civic
Give me a minute, for I have been sinning
Father, forgive me I pray my wishes be granted"Hey Timmy"
Turner burners, blow my lungs when I'm burnin
We smoke on sour outside of the service
I count my blessings while she pour my bourbon
I sip it slow
I light it up, fill up my cup, Back on the road
I miss my dawgs, I seen your son, takin' it slow
I'm in my bag, show me the cash and point out the hoes
The kid in the back with the raps, let him go
Fountain of youth, flow through my river
I cut my wrist, skippin' them stones
I'm holdin' back, I can deliver
Closin' my eyes, turn off my phone
Let's watch a movie in silence stay quiet
I'm watchin' birds as they fly past the glass
I'm bout to crash, I'm bout to crash
But I get right back like a real go getter
Stuck in the summer, I stay in covers Too cold in the winter
Too much in my plate, but I'm feelin' great, but boy, you look thinner
You look out of shape, you're losin' your pace But bitch, Imma winner
Bitch, Imma winner
Bitch, Imma
Bitches knocking need to mind your own business
Come in like Kung Fu, I'm Bruce Lee, let's kick it
I waste my check just to feed my addiction
Benjis and bitches
Benjis and bitches, that's what I'm bout
I spend my nights always starin' at screens
And I'm findin' them beats
My hoes sleep on the couch
I remember smokin' on top of my daddy house
Started makin' music, bitches didn't give a fuck
Prophecy of profits, deposit into my account
Started writin' lyrics, pen and paper on the bus
Just a young buck
Fuck it, I'm Giannis
The finest, my bitches find dine in designer
Gucci and Prada
Kickin' down doors
When I step on the floor, nobody gon' stop us
Nobody can stop us
Benjis and bitches, Benjis and bitches, yeah
Benjis and bitches, Benjis and bitches
I need my bitches and I need my Benjis
I stole your girl and I put her in Fenty
I'm doin' 90 and feelin' almighty
I'm butt naked, bumpin the back of a Bentley
I'm a real go-getter
Stuck in the summer, I stay in covers
Too cold in the winter
Too much in my plate, but I'm feelin' great
But boy, you look thinner
You look out of shape, you're losin' your pace
But bitch, Imma, Imma, Imma
Ayy, ayy, Imma, Imma
Imma real go-getter
Stuck in the summer, I stay in covers
Too cold in the winter
Too much in my plate, but I'm feelin' great
But boy, you look thinner
You look out of shape, you're losin' your pace
But bitch, Imma winner
Bitch, Imma winner
Written by: Richard Pintz
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