a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

young cash - all i do is win (g mix) lyrics

[verse 1: young cash]
i got so much swag, i stick out like a shark fin
you swimming in my water, i’m bout to let them sharks in
[?] in my circle, and i don’t let [?] in
[?] call me a young al sharptin
i know about cocaina, [?]
i rob you for your bricks [?] like fima
[?] that 745
[?]

[verse 2: yo gotti]
all i do is win, call me lebron james
mvp, i got championship chains
[?] on me n+gga, [?]
and 15 zips, [?]
10 birds, but i jacked a n+gga for 12
[?]
[?] n+gga this the yay team
[?]
[verse 3: gudda gudda]
all i do is win, no need for another option
fly like the wind, they nickname me helicopter
i don’t sip jin, my cup full of that purple sh+t
all real n+ggas round me, no urkel sh+t
i ain’t tryna talk if it ain’t money, what’s the purpis?
if it don’t make dollars or cents, it ain’t worth it
there’s a lotta clowns in this rap game, all the circus sh+t
[?] shake the game like [?]

[verse 4: bun b]
[?] on ciroc, diddy boppin in my sean jons
tryna send these young kings home, like they [?]
my rep is [?] strong, cold, get your long jons
whip game proper, got that [?]
[?] 4 seconds on the clock
motherf+ck a huddle, n+gga just give me the f+ckin rock
down the middle, and i don’t need a f+ckin block
touchdown [?] the f+ckin job
[verse 5: ice burg]
if you don’t know me, then you can call me billion
[?] spinning
[?] packing dro and grape [?]
when it come to ho n+ggas, i be base thumpin
[?] with [?] bricks
be quick to cop them real chickens, no counterfit
and if we don’t know you, we touch ya
[?] f+ck you
throw it up in the club, [?]

[verse 6: 2 chainz]
it’s tity boy, they call me 2 chainz
if i die, bury me inside the blue flames
[?] luie on my shoe strings
i make your girl get loose for the loose change
chandaler on my neck, black and white like a panda bear
this is not a 911, this a panamara
everybody staring, [?] see what i’m wearing
mob mean money over [?]

[chorus: young cash]
all i do is win, win, win, no matter what
young n+ggas from the hood, and we don’t give a f+ck
and everytime we hop out with them choppers, everybody’s hands go up
and they stay there
they better stay there
they better stay there
[?]
cause all i do is win, win, win
it started in the hood, [?]
[verse 7: t+pain]
pizzle!
ladies and gentlemen, the south is in the f+ckin spot
it ain’t no sleepin on me, dawg i ain’t no f+ckin cot
i’m rude to every b+tch, ho is you gon f+ck or not?
especially the white wh0res, yeah gargle this f+ckin c+ck
they say pain, why you ain’t on the first all i do is win?
i say i am, stupid, i’m just here to get payed again
went and got the field mob n+ggas and made them friends
[?] you may begin

[verse 8 ?]
what up, dumb dumb?
you better run, um
coming with my hundred round drum, [?]
running [?] like a rom a dom
[?] with my tommy gun
jack can be nimble, jack can be quick
imma light your ass up like a candle stick
like irv gotti, i’m riding [?]
[?]

[verse 9 ?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] k!llers, you really trippin now
on the grind, on the streets all the time
[?] white lines in hthe middle of the road
[?] flow
[?]
[?] take that [?]
remix, g sh+t, no actors, just rappers
if i ever go broke, imma rob all of [?]

- young cash lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS