Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Winning, artist - Mozzy. Album song Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Internal Affairs
Song language: English
Winning |
| I just sent some paper to my nigga, he did a favor for me |
| I just made a play and fed the hood, I know them niggas love me |
| Two glizzys in the whip, don’t even trip, boy, you ain’t takin' nothin' |
| My mama and your mama know each other, that don’t make us cousins |
| That don’t make us brothers |
| Really, nigga, that don’t make us nothin' |
| You been on that block all day and you ain’t making nothin' |
| I don’t like to do a lot of talkin', rather carry these Percs and hard |
| But got some niggas out there 12, catchin' plays for me |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch |
| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest |
| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga |
| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga |
| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em |
| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' |
| Fella, murder on my mind all the time |
| If you ain’t slidin', bitch, don’t even hit my line |
| How you slime? |
| Nigga, who you body for that title? |
| Cut off half the body on the rifle |
| That’s a mini, shoot plenty |
| Let it run its course until it’s empty |
| This fetti seem to fertilize the envy |
| My hoodie a lil' dingy |
| I been in the trenches, don’t you hear me? |
| Fuck I look like working at a Dennys? |
| Stones in the homie kidney |
| Told him fall back on the sippin' |
| Who gon' take care your daughter and siblings? |
| But he ain’t listening |
| Nah, niggas fighting demons, no, for real |
| I believe in God, blood, but we gon' go to Hell |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch |
| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest |
| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga |
| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga |
| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em |
| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' |
| I been waiting for the summer, I been grindin' all winter |
| I can’t pull up to your show if a chopper ain’t in the Sprinter |
| A thirty piece around my neck and it got diamonds all in 'em |
| Put a twenty on your head and you’ll be gone before dinner |
| Deposit for the center, break 'em off for the rental |
| Ask my teacher what it was, she said, «Reading is fundamental» |
| I know I don’t fit in, ain’t no love for the sinners |
| You supposed to spin a bend on a nigga who killed your nigga |
| That’s off the dribble |
| We gon' bleach yours residentials where they knock a nickel |
| When them crackers get to knockin', keep it confidential |
| Dope fiend 'nem told me that they got potential |
| Nigga threw it all away and started poppin' thizzles |
| This Skydweller fucking off your presidential |
| Advise you not to go against us in the given smoke |
| Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat |
| Hit his nose, through his eyebrows, hit his throat |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| This how you live when you winning, nigga |
| Everything bad from the cars to the bitch |
| They fuckin' with a thug, showin' love to the realest |
| And don’t play like we ain’t came from the trenches, nigga |
| And they know we came from the trenches, nigga |
| Still got love for the trenches, I got niggas still in 'em |
| One call to the city, be a whole lot of killin' |