Testo Win Wit Us - 42 Dugg
Testo della canzone Win Wit Us (42 Dugg), tratta dall'album 4eva Us Neva Them
(Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up)
All of sudden, they wanna win with us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockie or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah), dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah), I'm off a six-pack
These niggas shooting at randoms, they want some get back
To all you window shooters, I'm mista walk down
Cuz was slick with his tongue, but he can't talk now
Bitch, I don't wanna talk now, fuck how much it cost now
Still be throwin' 6s, free the 4, you know we off 5s (bitch)
I just bought the hood blicks, I'm back on my Dugg shit
Fuck a nigga bitch and try to switch, you know that bull shit
I be with the wolves, goblins (yeah), bulls (bitch)
Take a nigga money, cars, jewels
Still thuggin' with the hittas, this for all the killas
If I'm bein' honest, I feel like these niggas bitches
They weren't out here with us when we was out here drilling
They starting to see the chicken, now they all up in the feelings (fuck on)
I'm yellin', "Fuck a nigga" (bitch), ain't never trust a nigga (no)
I missed a whole year, and they still ain't fuckin' with us (yeah)
All of sudden, they wanna win with us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockie or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah), dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah), I'm off a six-pack
These niggas shooting at randoms, they want some get back
Why you ain't slide for your mans who on that shit bag?
Why you ain't kill for them niggas who took that ten for you?
How y'all be braggin' on bitches you know I been fuckin'?
This like my sixth summer, my neck cost six somethin'
Nah, we ain't stop for the hook, we had a brick on us
I know that bitch want us, you know this bitch on us
Can't wait to catch a nigga playin', I'm puttin' that stick on him
This for the 6, homie, I'm from the East, cuz
That bitch eat dick, homie, that's just for me, cuz
All of sudden, they wanna win with us
But ain't stand up in them trenches on all ten with us
All of sudden, they wanna win with us (bitch)
But ain't spin with us (bitch)
Ain't load them Glockie or choppas or them FNs with us (yeah)
My niggas been killin' (yeah), dunk got like ten with 'em
Fuck all that squashin' and talkin', we tryna end niggas
Might throw yo' shit back (yeah), I'm off a six-pack
These niggas shooting at randoms, they want some get back
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Butler, Dion Marquise Hayes, Marcos Castro Antoñana, Oscar Braojos Garcia
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