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letra de always winnin - summrs

[intro]
benjicold, why you icy?
yeah-ah-ah-ah
yeah-ah-ah-ah
yeah-ah-ah-ah
yeah-ah-ah-ah

[chorus]
ain’t stealin’ my soul, got this glock in my hand
long as i’m alive, i got the world in my hand
n-gga used to hate until they become a fan
on the paper route, i get this money like kan (money like kan)
when it be a drought i’m sippin’ green with my mans
turned him to a pack, he never trappin’ again (‘gain, ‘gain)
fell in love with music, now i’m rappin’ again
cut her off and now that b-tch wanna tap in again (tap in again, tap in again)
tried to play on my time, now i’m f-ckin’ her friend
never fallin’ off, you always know that i win (know that i win, win, win)

[verse]
no handoffs, b-tch, i get this money myself
hangin’ out with k!llas, got some hits on they belt
(hits on thеy belt, hits on they belt, grrrt)
wе don’t need no fronts, we do this trash sh-t ourself
give my tris’ to him, boy, cook him an l (l, l)
my fans be concerned about my health
and the tris’ sippin’ started by myself (by myself)
(started this sh-t, yeah, by myself)
swear addiction feel like you be under a spell
opioid withdrawals will have you goin’ through h-ll (h-ll, h-ll)
ask your b-tch ’bout rino and it’s ringin’ a bell
scared to bring my name up ’cause he know that i nail
(as long as i hit it n-gga, yeah, lil’ rino)
play with that sh-t and we wipin’ his nose
she be comin’ [?], callin’ me gross (callin’ me gross, callin’ me gross)
they copied everything i did as soon as i spoke
she addicted to runtz, yeah, it’s murder she wrote (murder she wrote, murder she wrote)
we gon’ get this money ’cause they hung us from ropes
got this money, got tired of them tellin me no
[chorus]
ain’t stealin’ my soul, got this glock in my hand
long as i’m alive, i got the world in my hand
n-gga used to hate until they become a fan
on the paper route, i get this money like kan (money like kan)
when it be a drought i’m sippin’ green with my mans
turned him to a pack, he never trappin’ again (‘gain, ‘gain)
fell in love with music, now i’m rappin’ again
cut her off now and that b-tch wanna tap in again (tap in again, tap in again)
tried to play on my time, now i’m f-ckin’ her friend
never fallin’ off, you always know that i win (know that i win, win, win)

- summrs

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