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key glock - winning lyrics
[hook 2x]
you losing, we winning
i got racks like tennis
my n-gg- we get it
i ain’t chasing these b-tches
i’m chasing these benji’s
hoe get out yo feelings
choppa kick, mortal combat
i’m smoking gas, now my lungs black
i’m at the trap where the bombs at
yea i’m at the trap where them guns at
[verse 1]
hundreds, fifties, twenties
all i know is get plenty
got this forty on my waist
this ain’t no gucci or a fendi
bad lil b-tch run around like a hemi
but i’m still pourin mud and rolling up sticky
(steady rolling up sticky)
hopped up in a foreign, i’m peeling i’m drifting
(hopped up in a foreign, i’m peeling i’m drifting)
find a n-gg- like me, baby i ain’t too many
all of my n-gg-s chase checks
you can get wet
you play with that, guap
all of my n-gg-s tote that
like rubberbands, you can get popped
my young n-gg-s crazy
they don’t give a f-ck
balling so hard, my team is so clutch
we shooting to k!ll
like donald boy duck
you keep talking down
ima keep running up
[hook 2x]
you losing, we winning
i got racks like tennis
my n-gg- we get it
i ain’t chasing these b-tches
i’m chasing these benji’s
hoe get out yo feelings
choppa kick, mortal combat
i’m smoking gas, now my lungs black
i’m at the trap where the bombs at
yea i’m at the trap where them guns at
[verse 2]
i grind it up from a corn sack
you smell that loud, that’s that skunk pack
this hundred round drum, ima dump that
and my pockets swole, they be pouring fat
yea my money long as giraffe neck
we got them choppas like baghdad
where is that cash, gotta have that
homie get ya b-tch, before i smash that
i hit her then quit her, i don’t give a f-ck!
(i hit her then quit her, don’t give no f-ck!)
i’m not from milwaukee , i’m just bout the bucks
(i ain’t from no milwaukee, b-tch all ima bout them bucks!)
these n-gg-s be talking, like they all so tuff
(these n-gg-s be talking, like they all so tuff)
until we pull up, then they face freezing up
[hook 2x]
you losing, we winning
i got racks like tennis
my n-gg- we get it
i ain’t chasing these b-tches
i’m chasing these benji’s
hoe get out yo feelings
choppa kick, mortal combat
i’m smoking gas, now my lungs black
i’m at the trap where the bombs at
yea i’m at the trap where them guns at
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