Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Win, artist - Polyester the SaintDate of issue: 19.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Win |
| You don’t really get it turnt, you don’t get it poppin |
| You don’t really put in work, you just wait and watch this |
| As I take you to a place that you never seen |
| Straight you worn out, cause you off that lean |
| But I ain’t trippin, I get faded though |
| Daily grind, sippin wine, that’s the way to go |
| Plus my cuddy got that good tree, on the low |
| Mix it with the tacos, off the stove |
| Let’s get this party popping, turn up the base |
| Let’s get it knockin |
| The cool done, turn up the base |
| So don’t you get to start nothing |
| You didn’t think we catch you slippin |
| But we steady watching |
| Back to the hoes, new clothes, new shoes |
| The city loves us |
| I’m on the rise, my ninja, I know you see |
| You wanna decline, pimping, you started cheese |
| We poking hoes and all you foes |
| That thing we sleeping |
| My eyes wide, open for them haters peeking |
| It’s okay, it’s alright |
| We got everything you like |
| Let’s just show, what we do |
| Pull up to your block |
| Swerve off with your girl |
| She know how to do it |
| You ain’t really whippin work, you ain’t got a stove |
| Ice on the neck piece sit on my shirt |
| Wrist solid gold |
| As I hit you with some g shit you may never heard |
| Need cash for the feature, flow like dope |
| Get a bird off every word |
| Cope the 82 240, pouring up in your party |
| And these hoes used to ignore me |
| Till I put the '85 up on Forgi’s |
| So shout my nigga Dom, these west coast hoes the bomb |
| And peace be unto you creep bitches would Alaikum my Salaam |
| I supply, I’m off the line, don’t sell no dope after 9 |
| Rather be 6 feet deep in the freak barbe key, if you don’t mind |
| In some scales, as I cook up this yale, load up these shells |
| Watch your gal, like you watching your mail |
| She slick as jail, what the hell |
| Your bitch just slipped and fell on this dick |
| And my ratchet got back on taxes |
| Flip the check on the 5th |
| These niggas don’t approach me reckless cause my record legit |
| Bitch fuck you man cause he ain’t fuckin with this |
| It’s Gangsta Gibbs baby! |
| It’s okay, it’s alright |
| We got everything you like |
| Let’s just show, what we do |
| Pull up to your block |
| Swerve off with your girl |
| She know how to do it |