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letra de bout 2 win - yg teck

[intro: lil baby & yg teck]
4 pockets ’bout to win on these n-ggas
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
elijah

[chorus: yg teck]
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, yeah
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, yeah
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, yeah
i spent a band on you n-ggas, uh
i put like ten on a n-gga, yeah
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, yeah
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, uh
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas, uh
i spent a band on you n-ggas, uh
i put like ten on a n-gga, yeah
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas
i’m ’bout to win on you n-ggas

[verse 1: lil baby]
’bout to win on these n-ggas
i can’t wait on no n-gga
ain’t gon’ play with no n-gga
and it came with me n-gga
i put the “i” and the “n” in “win”
i put the “mg” on the benz
sellin’ raw in the trenches for real
could’ve got a bently florida deal
we was hungry so i went and got a mill
i’m tryna tell my lil’ n-gga to chill
sippin’ water tryna stay out the seal
i want 5 karats each ear
sendin’ headshots to my enemies, the gon’ die when it’s time
spendin’ sixty on a necklace anywhere n-ggas stoppin’ my shine
whippin’ the soda and water, i’m goin’ harder, i make a 30 tomorrow
puttin’ it up for my son, a n-gga shoot me, he better get some
i was down, bad, n-gga had it, ain’t even let me get none
now i’m ’bout to win on these n-ggas, i don’t let ’em get none

[verse 2: yg teck]
i keep a shooter with me that’s with it
i got a b-tch real as my n-ggas
we got one mission: let’s get it
we got one mission, that’s get it
i don’t play the block no more, i’m bimpin’
i got a cell phone that’s clippin’
i got some n-ggas gone and i miss ’em
i got some n-ggas gone and i miss ’em
straight from the bottom, you know i ain’t playin’ with n-ggas, i know this my year
this how it look when you come from the bottom and put in that work and you know that it’s near
i come from nothin’
cut on the oven, put it on 500, and heat up the house
we gon’ eat in this drought
i sell d in the drought
this world ain’t never leavin’ me out, no
i ain’t got a rollie watch, but i got the streets and they know i’m hot
and they know my block
real n-gga, independent, really worked my way to the top
i got a 30 on me right now
young n-gga lit, i love my life now
4 pockets and no excusez, i’m goin’ up, i’ll never pipe down
i had it harder than these n-ggas
i’m way harder than these n-ggas
we was sleepin’ on floors for real
we was movin’ with them [?] for real
sellin’ smack tryna get me a mill
from the bottom, boy, i know how it feel
from the bottom, boy, i know how it feel, yeah, yeah

- yg teck

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