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Win Again
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Win Again was released on April 25, 2025 by MBC The label as a part of the album Checkmate
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Release DateApril 25, 2025
LabelMBC The label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LOM Rudy
LOM Rudy
Performer
Kerch Dolla
Kerch Dolla
Performer
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Rendles Jr
Derrick Rendles Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kmoney Beats
Kmoney Beats
Producer

Lyrics

They hate when I sit and think and use my mind to solve my problems
They writing me from these fake pages, wonder why I'm not responding
My life gon' have a happy ending, but I ain't get no massages
Just from saying a couple sentences, now I got a bunch of commas
They want me to stoop down to 'em, be outside so they can catch me
I ain't arguing online with no ****, that shit messy
I ain't buying no dope if it ain't like yoga, I can't stretch it
If I got a bone to pick, I got a dog, he gon' fetch it
Girl, I ain't rich all the time, so if you do it, take this tension
If you catch him while I got that dog shit in, take this fifty
Yeah, I know I signed a gun law, but I gotta take this with me
It's some **** know I sent them, so they gotta fake it with me
Know you all real at battle rap, but I done got some **** smacked
So many bitches in my cart, I put a lot of bitches back
They say I had it with the road, but now I got it with this rap
Like I ain't brush my teeth in months
They know I'm coming for them plaques
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again
I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again
I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again
I can't walk inside no club if I can't bring my pistol in
I pop one and she pop two, now she tryna kiss her friend
I drop cheese and rap myself, but I'm tryna get that man
That bitch bad for you to keep her, no, you gotta hit that hand
At homicide again, they tryna prove some shit again
My tattoo a FN, 'cause it's thuggin' in my skin
How the fuck you look me in my eye and lie again?
I done lost respect when **** ain't rap for they mans
I might pop out with a pop-out, she look bad as fuck
New kit, add me up, know them crackers mad as fuck
**** livid, heard you reminiscing '
Bout the old times, guess you miss it
Heard you survived, but your mans died, but it get deeper
**** who I raised tryna switch on me, but it get deeper
Bitches who I made talking shit 'bout me, that shit weak
I guess they figure, like, Dolla wasn't gon' never win again
Wasn't gon' put that blend again, take shit on the chin again
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again
I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty, twenty, might be ten again
I be staying to myself, but they want me to kill again
Written by: Derrick Rendles Jr
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