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WIndmills

STORY & DUSTY LOCANE

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WIndmills adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Empire Global tarafından 1 Ekim 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıWindMills - Single

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1 Ekim 2026

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200 the dash

The way that I'm takin' off

Everything green, it's a go

Then you know how we playin' ball

I got a bag to get

Issa duffle, it's hunnids on hunnids

They know how we comin'

Step wit the steppas

I run wit the runners

She said, "How high do I want it?"

And she jumpin'

Shorty want Fendi

I put her in Louis

I told her she Gucci

Wit all of these hunnids

She wanna go to the pit

So she hop in bed

And I beat it like my name was Mustard

Money and Gawd only thing I'm trustin'

My shooter like Vladimir

Way he rushin'

Heard he a steppa

Put that boy on crutches

Still swingin' arms

Like I'm double dutchin'

These **** dead for real

Long as I'm eating, I'm good

And my son is fed

I won't see the feds for real

They know we got it on lock

And if they want the smoke

Then we turn 'em dread for real

Baddies on baddies

They climbin' on me like a mountain

Like they want me dead for real

She know I'm a big deal

Never fakin'

She know that I been real

Heard these **** is plottin'

They movin' like crash dummies

Send 'em through the windshield

All this ice on my neck

When I step through the spot

These gettin' wind chills

All these diamonds dancin' in this Cartier

Bussin' on me

Bitches doin' windmills

Free my **** out the system

I ain't in a good state of mind

**** run up on me

He a victim

Everybody wit 'em get it

Got a thirty in it

I can't leave a witness

Shorty steppin' red bottoms

Walkin' with the devil

Actin' like she Christian

I done came a long way from the bottom

Shooter wit me

Get 'em lifted

Tsss

I got a bag for real

Stay wit some shit in my pocket

I know that they smell it

It's easy to brag for real

Told 'em I like it, I cop it

I want it, I get it

Ain't seein' a tag for real

Way that I run up the digits

When I'm in the field

It's easy to draft for real

Yeah

Look

Know what court like

I done been on the court

And been in the courts

So issa different type of ball life

Had to get it

They know what my heart like

Like

Hustle all night

Till the sun up

'Fore I wake my son up

Money I'ma run up

Till I know we alright

I ain't been into friends for real

I ain't cuffin' these bitches

These bitches is fake

And you **** ain't friends for real

They ain't never been wit us

They ain't holdin' weight

Ain't really in the gym for real

These **** gon' say they ya bruvvas

These **** ain't movin' like kin for real

**** bitches

They Ken for real

On Gawd

Dusty

Fah

He say he got money

But he ain't the man for real

Ran up an M when I first got into it

But **** know I'll still blam for real

I ain't the same

I'll send lil' shorty

And he'll go coo if I tell him to kill

If I'm the V

I'm driftin' the wheel

Story'll tell you

We deep in the field

Look

I like my bitches how I like my liquor

Fuck the chase

I throw the alley-oop like CP on the Clippers

Deady off the mud

I pour a four

You know that I'm a sipper

Make sure you check homie at the door

'Cause we don't do no slip-ups

Ain't no apologies

I got tha hammer tucked

Rather be a lion standing tall

Than to be a cluck

Gang know better

We go down for treason

And we keep it hush

Louis sweater

But if homie play

Then he turn to cluck

That's a duck

Fah, fah

Written by: Andre Armstrong, DUSTY LOCANE

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