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j.r.e - winner lyrics

j.r.e – winner

[intro]

what
(yea yea)
bap bap bap bap
(it is)
thats how mps gunz be on the beat
(no more)
i see you gunz
(they do)
haaa
(yea yea)
bap, its j.r
(you are)
e
(i am)
oh lord oh lord
(i am)
(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)
they know
(they hate they pray they wish they fail)
once they hear that oh lord they know
(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)
oh lord oh lord oh lord
(im booze im bad-ss your b-tch down)
oh lord oh lord

[chorus]
imma winner, winner (yea yea)
diamonds cold like winter (it is)
lambos now no sprinters (no more)
they copy me like printers (they do)
winner, winner (yea yea)
you boys is just beginners (you are)
breaking records guinness (i am)
that boy j.r a menace (i am)

vvs’s in my chain im like look at me now
(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)
praying that i fall off ask them n-ggas how
(they hate they pray they wish they fail)
got a bentley on my wrist thats a hunned thou
(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)
im boosie bad-ss to you b-tch tell her wipe me down
(im boosie im bad-ss your b-tch down)

[verse 1]
b-tch i came up i keep k!llers on my payroll woah
holy water in the patek i see a halo woah
got a kilo on my neck they think im paid in gold
he think he swaggy he swagger jacking that boy a clone

boy you a brokey you just fronting you don’t get no cake
you and your diamonds and your watches all of y’all are fake
im still headed to the money never took a break
keep moving funny you dummy you’ll end up in a lake

getting money now i ain’t going broke
i been sober i don’t ever smoke
got diamond chokers but i never choke
got gucci on with a trench coat

blowing c-notes at a ski slope i don’t do c0ke but i been dope
i draw them out no pencil, im switch lanes in a benzo woah

all these b-tches on my d-ck i curve em
so much feigns they pulling up i serve em
i show em love but i don’t ever love em
im a sinner still im balling cuz they know that

[verse 2]
i never trust a b-tch my n-gga you wanna bet
plus my diamonds vvs, i gucci when i step
quater kilo on the neck
rocking a rollie and a patek
at the same d-mn time bursting a plain black nine woah

never do the minimum n-gga yea you been a bum
made the sl-t walk no 21
these lil n-ggas they be sweet like cinabons
getting the breesh but they n-ggas they ain’t getting none

i ain’t gotta run i ain’t gotta run
shooter got a gun, and he shoot sh-t up for fun
these shots like rocks to your dome
call that tax stoned

get it
they beef we don’t dead
im leaving you wetted
cause imma imma imma

(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)

(they hate they pray they wish they fail)

(thats bling that bloa thats drip came up)

(im boosie im bad-ss your b-tch down)

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