Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Winning, artist - Cee Kay. Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Song language: English
Winning |
| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?» |
| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies |
| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that |
| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin' |
| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business |
| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back |
| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended |
| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin' |
| Came a long way, now I can say I’m up and gettin' it |
| Bitch wan' fuck me 'cause my name ringin' in the trenches |
| Where was you when I was in the rain, on my dick, bitch |
| I can’t even pay you twenty to pull up and get me |
| Geno call collect and speak the real, I gotta listen |
| Bitch, you broke my heart, turned my shit cold, what you thinkin'? |
| Hole in my chest, jumped in that water, now I’m sinkin' |
| Pain in my eyes, swear this shit hurt when I be blinkin' |
| Tell 'em mind they business, chase they dream, get on they Meek shit |
| Pull up on him, blow his fuckin' brains if he sneak diss |
| Plain jane drip, but this ho blush and say I’m sea fish |
| Put my phone on DND 'cause they be callin', tweakin' |
| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?» |
| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies |
| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that |
| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin' |
| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business |
| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back |
| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended |
| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin' |
| Miss OG, can’t wait until they free him out that cage |
| Kick a nigga ass, we pullin' up right where you stay |
| Make sure you pistol totin' up in my city, it ain’t safe |
| Send a blitz, make sure you shoot that bitch right in his face |
| I don’t want to clutch the Glock, my handgun is a K |
| Watch where you step 'cause you can get your shit blew off today |
| Lil' bitch test me, I’ma shoot this bitch, I dare him play |
| Hit him, no good where you at, go stash that dirty K |
| Thinkin' evil thoughts when I be to myself |
| They was never here so I don’t need help |
| But they say everybody need somebody else |
| Drippin' on these bitches, Cee Kay Michael Phelps |
| Say no bless if I feel that you tryna step |
| Watch me rip the black out like a fuckin' shelf |
| Finger fuck you bitches 'til it’s out of breath |
| You give your opinion, I don’t really care |
| Get in that mood and think 'bout Rico, really miss my nigga |
| See they ain’t been the same since they took my nigga |
| I’m just thinkin' to myself like, «Is this shit real?» |
| And we ain’t never stoppin' 'til some shit killed |
| They ain’t care 'bout how I felt so I don’t care how you feel |
| Bless the black out like some speakers, glizzy pioneer |
| Roamin' through the trenches, clutchin' two of them |
| Don’t jump out in that water if you can’t fuckin' swim |
| Walk up in the spot, they turnin' heads like, «Who is that?» |
| Lil' nigga from the block, we slap them dicks up in them glizzies |
| Kick the door if you don’t let me in, we gon' blitz that |
| Shawty steady watching me, yeah, she like how I’m drippin' |
| Don’t question me, don’t know nothin' 'bout no murder, mind your business |
| Niggas quick to point the finger, blow his fuckin' shit back |
| Fuck you, if my nigga jack you, please don’t get offended |
| Bands in my pocket, I ain’t braggin', bitch, I’m winnin' |