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Win
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Win was released on August 24, 2025 by TuTone Universal as a part of the album Temporarily Incarcerated - Single
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Release DateAugust 24, 2025
LabelTuTone Universal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tutone
Tutone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Sandoval
Juan Sandoval
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Solorzano
Jordan Solorzano
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yea, aye, man that ain’t yo dawg if he dont stand on no principles or nun like dat, yea, uh, TuTone
Ya know if you dont stand for none, these **** out here will fall for anything
That ain’t yo dawg, man yo dawg suppose to wanna see you win, Bail you out, pay for them lawyers, so you don’t go to that pin
That ain’t yo dawg, if he don’t Eva keep it solid within, Get to the bag, all I wanna do is see my **** win
If we get money that’s the code, & we stand on all 10, Can’t let no pussy in my blood, it’s purity all within
Ain’t got no love left inside, I’m clutching my F&N, father forgive me for my sins They don’t wanna see me win
How you confess it wasn’t urs, but tell the law it was mine?, bitch ass **** you rat, yea you know you dead lien
On body cam footage, red hand, you a walking dead man
Flip a rat stir fry, leav’em in a frying pan, What happen to the code with these **** ion understand
I’ll take a case, before I speak, or ever walk up on the stand, that’s what they say, but them **** they really low on demand
It ain’t the reason I got locked up, it’s the fact that you told, how it make you feel inside to tell & feel bold
When you lock down, you can’t expect nothing solid from a hoe, Ain’t no calls coming in & that money running low
Screaming Free TuTone, only fuck with you when you Gone
When I was up spending this money, they called me on cell phones
Giving favors, it don’t eva make me real, but when I gave it I gave you some less to feel
I paid the bills when that **** was stuck behind the box, went half lawyer but now they gone let me rot
This what happens when yo **** get jealous they want yo spot, Say whatever to keep you in, So they can be free & out
400 dollas don’t compare $7 grand, When you came out, we laid that $ in yo hand
Money don’t Eva make you real, it’s the principles of a man, **** got some ho tendencies acting like he a fan
I paid for my own bond you ain’t get me up out no can, Scream my music like a fan, but on the low be a Tran
I kept it solid for a **** to act less than a man, Couldn’t even keep it a buck I would never give you a grand
Mentioned my name on socials, the hood respect who I am.
That ain’t yo dawg, man yo dawg suppose to wanna see you win, Bail you out, pay for them lawyers, so you don’t go to that pin
That ain’t yo dawg, if he don’t Eva keep it solid within, Get to the bag, all I wanna do is see my **** win
If we get money that’s the code, & we stand on all 10, Can’t let no pussy in my blood, it’s purity all within
Ain’t got no love left inside, I’m clutching my F&N, father forgive me for my sins They don’t wanna see me win
Written by: Juan Sandoval
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