[Lyric] Wins 3 (Loah Semi)

I guess that they left me for dead but I just rose up like the dead he thinking that he dun ran off I just put what he owe me on his head you only as big as your plug so I guess I know Harvey Hubble I told you this shit was Written N Stone so just let me rock like Barney Rubble y’all dudes in trouble no you ain’t my girl so I can not cuff you I don’t even love you I’m mad at my d I shouldn’t of f u now I got the glory these b be trying to put me on they stories they use to ignore me now I’m like a nеwborn they adore me rhеtorical questions we still do not answer told u on Wins 1 it’s funny when you start to get to the money and make a cum up here the friends come that shit get enticing but me I’m a Titan I ball Vince Young I feel like M.Bison watch me turn to a street fighter get ya head stomped yall dudes don’t keep it a Buck stop telling on who you smoking ain’t riding waves I’m the ocean I’ll box a n like Stouffer’s I’ll laced the weed I sold you then chill with you why you roll it just know if I’m down on you wit a K we gon lay in your grass like a locust Wins 3 CmN shit

All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Win)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Haaan)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win

All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Yeah)

How many times I gotta tell u niggas I ain’t the one you wan play wit Glock 1-9 hold 24 I ain’t the one you wan spray wit I decay shit like bad teeth I’m telling you I will not miss you wit this spring field I b Airing Halls and they gon b saying I miss you keep throwing diss in yo lil raps see that shit gon get you in trouble I’m on my 3rd Wins dis a victory lap like Nipsey I know how to hustle I’m gon make it double why u keep lying on tracks about how you flex like a muscle (but he got both parents real names Clarence) so we know you never been thru a struggle errbody say they loyal to they get put in position to show it errbody say the for you to you go broke and you can’t make the Mortgage loss it all won’t get a call but u telling people that’s ya dawg hate the Rich but I love the Rich they won’t share a post won’t like a pic shit makes me sick to my stomach so I just hurl on every track that I’m on don’t tell me u love me that shit like a curse word you won’t wit me to push thru the storm I thru you something u came back wit nothing how DF you gon tell me that I’m wrong run off on the plug get clipped in ya mug better stop boosting your head on these songs Wins 3


All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Win)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Haaan)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win

All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Yeah)
Dey say I’m the talk of the city now remember when I couldn’t get a feature I guess it’s my time to get off in the game so my n you gotta play the bleachers you only get 15 mins of fame well my shit gon feel like a lifetime my day ones cross me (and left me for dead) the streets gave me a lifeline now it’s CmN to the box no Roddy Rich give my n the drop to spin ya shit da Blue Guava Banana that fifty clip out the roof tryn angles no Pyramid F a thot got no time for no silly shit got a Glock if u reaching im pilling shit hit the top of the kid on some Gillie shit I’m a nightmare like Meek on my Milli shidd, built this here from the ground up won’t no love f a dap and a pound bra chasing this dream I’m, exhausted can’t even say what it cost me,I see that they feeling salty,broke the faucet I drip when I’m walking,got that thing on my hip like a Walkman,CmN be the motto no talking,loss myself for a little minute now I’m focus like Ford got wit the money team like I kno Floyd We live in the trap and I’m str8 out the north I spit that real shit u can’t ignore king of this rap I should get an Award lock all the windows and board up the doors if they don’t let us in we gon come thru the floor Wins 3


All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Win)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Haaan)
All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win

All I do is Win,Win,Win,Win,Win
(Yeah)