Winning Lyrics – Kla$h (Rapper)
Singer: Kla$h (Rapper)
Title: Winning
Breadboys
Real sample on me
At all times
Never take that s*** off
Rep that s***
The winning team
Shout out lohan
And my boy benny shopping in the u.s with palm angles
I do balenciaga, i don’t do no palm angles
To go downstairs, jeremy scott, it look like some angles flying on my feet
Iffy’ with some features cause i’m so unique
Sample sheets (yea)
You know i sleep real tight at night
Won’t let him on the mic, he tryna’ fight, just like mike
Mike and ike, perc will bite ya’ (yea)
Leather sample on me like a biker
Timmy lenard roll it up, now i’m flight attendant
Cops can’t f*** with me yeah, fish bowl not no tinted (yea)
I be off the adderall, s*** it got me timid
We the team you see us winning (yea)
I had to see my women
I say “hi lohan, how you doing?” (yea)
I can’t f*** with them at all, i had to keep moving
And the trap it’s never slowing down, i keep on moving
Twenty twenty moving round’ town
S*** felt like a movie
Had to change my mood
Had to change my style
Third eye opened up, i see wild
I don’t play around, not no child
Oxy got me wild
So, they can’t f*** with me
They can’t stand that heat (yea)
I put guess all on my feet
I just feel so fleek
Ecstasy, got me moving i ain’t feeling weak
Timmy timmy, coming with me, i been high all week
I be so damn high don’t feel like speaking (yea)
Yeah i be so damn high i do not ever feel like sleeping
Yeah i promise you won’t catch me like no tweaker (yea)
Bad b****es play my music on they speakers (s***)
I waited too long on this rhinestone hoodie (two months)
And my brother in the trap he baking up all the goodies
Loyal lean fiend, drive a mercedez
And he keep it clean, cause he don’t f#ck with staties (yea)
Sample for my lady (yea), and she scared, she don’t wear it she feel too damn shady
White boy with blonde hair, love to call me shady
They gotta look my songs up in they dictionary
Yeah she won’t buy no weed she said “my plug is scary”
Nike dunks, can’t f*** with them ben and jerry’s (yea)
I like leather roses cause they look like cherries
And she like to do the angle dust
She said she seeing fairies
She got a fake a**, had to protect her she embarrassed
I was bad as f*** in school i feel like ferris
I hate driving late at night with the pack, b**** i do not f*** with sheriffs
Yeah i had a lil’ stack, i was trappin’ (yea)
Momma asked me “how’d you get this money?” (yea)
I told her “rapping”
And the buffy it was too strong, blood up in the napkin
Said i’m steady rapping, i used to be broke, yeah that s*** was tragic
Pull up (skrrt) i’m crashing
Yeah i’m getting to the money never lacking (never)
How’d i graduate? i was skipping classes (yea)
Now i’m grinding for that ye-ye on my glasses (yea)
Cartier high fashion
Carti-
Cartier high fashion
Cartier, cartier
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