Win For Losin
Real Boston Richey
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Real Boston Richey - Win For Losin Lyrics & Traduction

Hello
What up?
What y'all want to drink?
Whatever
We want water, all types of juices, whatever
And some Red Bull's too
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

I can't win for losin'
I fuck her good, but somehow we always be gettin' into it
Niggas be runnin' from they problems
See, me, I run right to 'em
I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake straight and do it
I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced
I take they HiTec down right to the chest, I need some fluids
She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined
Bitch, I been gettin' it before I met you, bitch, I been gettin' to it (Bitch, I'm bein' stupid, huh?)
Huh, huh, Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted
Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me
Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie
I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me
Now, who wan' argue with me?

I bought my first brick up in Houston, I ain't talkin' Bob and Whitney (Skrrt)
The same niggas tryna slime me out was out here clockin' with me
Same niggas try to bog me out try double back and split me
Niggas, it competition
My niggas ain't fuckin' with me, I don't leave no fuckin' witness
Stay the fuck up out my business, ain't talkin' 'bout my witness
This bitch a three up in the face, but she got ass and titties
Nigga, I dare a nigga to play, kill 'em with this quickness (Skrrt)

I can't win for losin'
I fuck her good, but somehow we always be gettin' into it
Niggas be runnin' from they problems
See, me, I run right to 'em
I treat this shit like a Nike check, I wake up straight and do it
I show them young niggas how to get a check, they too influenced
I take they HiTec down right to the chest, I need some fluids
She say I had her at her best, but now her trust is ruined
Bitch, I been gettin' it before I met you, bitch, I been gettin' to it (Bitch, I'm bein' stupid, huh?)
Huh, huh, Marni linen, before I whip it, I go get it tinted
Hold on, bae, buckle up, I got that carbine with me
Fuck around and go buy me a Wagon just to barb his kiddie
I been up an M before this rap shit, niggas can't bargain with me
Now, who wan' argue with me?


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