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letra de winners circle - allstar jr & louie ray

[intro]
(nito, what up, my n-gga?)
(it’s a wayne beat)
(welcome to get a bag records)
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse 1: allstar jr]
i just sent a n-gga home for a ten-piece
gotta know my wingspan ’bout long as wemby
smokin’ out the ‘bow got a n-gga lungs dingy
took so many hits, now the strikers all bentleys
your b-tch got mowed down, i was snipin’, she was friendly (let’s get a bag)
got her to the spot, then i f-cked her out her fenty
right now, i got the power, need a spinoff, call 50
your mans got walked down, blew the rifle ’til it’s empty

[verse 2: louie ray]
i got some trish, huh, with an all-red in it
know a n-gga that eat the p-ssy with his whole head in it
big blunts, two, three puffs, i’m short-winded
really this, i ain’t tryna give you that, it’s no gimmick
really busy, in a rush now, twenty bustdowns
when it touch down, i got sh-t for us to bust down
i got famous hoes flyin’ in, gettin’ crushed down
plain cuban, plain watch on me, bust dial
[verse 3: allstar jr]
silly-ass n-ggas need to go and do some stand-up
learn this tan cut, go and pick your mans up
ballhard n-gga, dribble too much, i’m like and1
n-ggas wonder if i made a million yet, and some
i’m at the daxton in the suite, cost a band for some rest
b-tch tellin’ me it cost a band for the neck
trap baby, i’ll f-ck, throw a slab on your back
face hot, fell back, let my mans work the ‘lacs

[verse 4: louie ray & bfb da packman]
man, these n-ggas’ plays gettin’ intercepted
i got my money up and hoes gettin’ reconnected
she done f-cked up again, got her gettin’ re-ejected
n-ggas geeked, trump gettin’ reelected
yeah, n-gga, i got it on, but it’s mismatched
i’m a baller, but my spending limit six racks
i’m a benz rider, escalade, h-llcats (y’ello)
i’m from the block, n-ggas free and givin’ jail taps

[verse 5: bfb da packman]
all my b-tches pray to me, i’m a fat god
cuz ran off with that bag and it backfired
in the traphouse shootin’ dice with my crack out
n-ggas lettin’ hoes run they mouth, i’ll smack mine
three million up, i’m ridin’ in a fiat (yoom)
touch my chain, i’ma shoot until it de-c-ck
in this b-tch mixin’ fentanyl with my feet out
auntie got a tab, but can’t pay, take your t–th out
[verse 6: babyfxce e]
i was on icare buyin’ n-ggas jail packs
burn some fabuloso on the stove in case it smell bad
she say, “why your car make that noise?” bae, this a h-llcat, huh
i just got the top from her ’cause i can smell your cat

[verse 7: bfb da packman]
me and miles comparin’ amex benefits
i never beat my b-tch ass before, but i’ll hit a brick
facts, n-ggas petty with that syrup, they’ll hit a six (sheesh)
how you hate hittin’ the clock, but you’ll hit a d-ck?

[verse 8: babyfxce e]
grab the arp with the bag, just go to the store
n-gga, i been movin’ so much, i can’t even buy no clothes
just been stackin’ up, d-mn near can buy a n-gga soul
don’t walk in unannounced, might fry you at the door
throw my chain on, feel like my whole body under scope
if it look like i’m on tip with the stick, that’s probably what i’m on
i’ma say, “how much you got for me?” you ask me for a song
you f-cked up the last bag, don’t ask me for a ‘bow
huh, yeah, don’t ask me for a ‘bow
i’m sayin’ no, so don’t ask me if i hit your ho
n-gga, i can make what song i want, don’t ask me switch my flow
we ain’t burnin’ tires on this slide, might have to leave your phone
[outro: babyfxce e]
huh, yeah, it’s with an x, n-gga
striker gang, striker boys, all that, yeah
striker gang, striker boys, all that, alright
striker gang, striker boys, all that sh-t, walkdown gang, n-gga
know what the f-ck goin’ on

- allstar jr louie ray

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