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Winning
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Winning was released on October 21, 2015 by Familiar Territory as a part of the album FTO
AlbumFTO
October 21, 2015
LabelFamiliar Territory
LanguageEnglish
BPM70
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Bitch we motherfucking winning
Fucking right, GG shit
Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches
Gun squad pull up and we hopping over fences
A **** play with my ****, we popping them extensions
Get your ass on and get the fuck up out my mentions
My **** got a sentence but your **** they ain't living
Yeah they locked the case but we still motherfucking winning
It hurt they lil heart to see a motherfucking winner
I can't see them ****, they ain't motherfucking winning
Smoking out the pound and I'm loaded with the rounds
My youngin he a hound, he'll smoke you for a ounce
Don't ask me 'bout them clowns, I don't know what you talking 'bout
Real DC, my whole family from the south
They see me out here solo, they just wanna take a photo
Soon as I say yo-yo, GG shooting at your Fordo
Everyone had Polo, take them way back to the hobo
Thugging in the dark, gon' spend that money on them bobos
Real blue hundreds, I dash through two something
They ain't gon' do nothing, they know I'm gon' shoot something
I never had nothing, ain't gon' never stop stunting
I can't play the game because I already won
Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches
Gun squad pull up and we hopping over fences
A **** play with my ****, we popping them extensions
Get your ass on and get the fuck up out my mentions
My **** got a sentence but your **** they ain't living
Yeah they locked the case but we still motherfucking winning
It hurt they lil heart to see a motherfucking winner
I can't see them ****, they ain't motherfucking winning
I pray for better days, I don't smoke no purple haze
Put her on her face, I know I got some fucking ways
Don't let me get that chopper, oh I might make a mistake
Flocka block a job, don't nobody getting braids
These **** looking weak, always wanna waste the team
They scared to get in the streets so they'd rather chase a freak
Couple hundred G's on me, them detectives gon' beep
Your bitch think I'm looking sweet
No bitch you know I'm looking sweet
When you was being a rapper, I was trying to be Richie Porter
He a real trapper, he gon' have that money for that lawyer
Georgetown with my Oilers, know we got that water
Pull up to my block and I'll make sure somebody serve you
Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches
Gun squad pull up and we hopping over fences
A **** play with my ****, we popping them extensions
Get your ass on and get the fuck up out my mentions
My **** got a sentence but your **** they ain't living
Yeah they locked the case but we still motherfucking winning
It hurt they lil heart to see a motherfucking winner
I can't see them ****, they ain't motherfucking winning
Written by: Marquis King, Zaytoven

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