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Paroles de Winners

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Paroles de la chanson Winners par Illy tha spitta lyrics officiel

Winners est une chanson en Anglais

When it come to these cyphers ask about me I’m like no other
And y’all let me go first again y’all in trouble
It’s gonna be alotta oohhhss and ahhhhhs so get comfortable
there levels to this shit and well I’m a Mario brother
Last time I gave you that penmenship
That made them want to elevate yall shit
Now I’m the one these rappers wanna come and get
But they can’t keep up I got that usain sprint
Yall know my shit 100 proof
Alotta rappers up in here let me see who’s who
It’s illly I don’t miss and It’s to hard for me to lose
And Im coming for a 3 peat bitch lace up your shoes

M.E.M.P.H.I.S say what you want but say it with your chest
I ain't finna play around but I'll go some rounds of you wanna talk by the side of yo' neck
Not bout no money ion talk at all
N***** be talking never wanna walk
Come over here walk in these shoes
Keepin' real I ain't trying to be rude
Come correct or don't bust a move!
Talking reckless gon' spark a fuse!
Come line up take you to school late bloomer bringing da tool look in this beam see my point of view
No gold chain but I pity the fool! Late comer but I'm acting brand new! Tredomino I'm out!

Everyone shoulda put down they pen
When I walked in
Shoulda stopped talkin
Cs I’m too tough for this shit
I just step to the mic N talk my shit
Yea I’m done being bitch
Tryna show my voice tryna get hella rich
Idc what you gotta say to me less it’s bout that bread that’ll fill up the sea
Or somebody else that’s a goat like me
RUNNIT
nun of you niggas can flow my way
Control my wave so gohead n hate cause yall way too old n yall way too late so off my plate don’t touch my fame cause it come wit pape n yall way too lame yall been burnt out so don’t touch my flame if u lookin for a spark don’t come my way cs if u run up u gon catch this fade

Pray to God or Pray to Buddha
Throw the lob I jump the tool up
Ice Cold so what’s a cooler
I am a King that’s word to Kunta
Damn
How he keep doing this
Diahrrhea I be coming with fluid shit
How I see ya
Cuz I’m up at the top
Ate sides but they want me to stop
Dirty Money
While I’m subbing Harry
Scary movie
Yeah it’s fucking scary
Dive deep
Like a younger Barry
And I might sleep cuz the supper varies
Eating beats
Like it’s culinary
Can you give me comp
Cuz it’s feeling airy
King of the cypher yet again
Signed Wyntrrs
The young veteran
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