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    "Win or Lose" Lyrics


    "Here I go again, whether I, win or lose"
    "... whether I, win or lose"

    Another day another dollar it's about gettin money
    Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
    I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long
    my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

    It's like ahh s*** it's on, time to go shoppin
    For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb

    My clothes, be the same s*** that we had on
    And f*** lookin cute, save that for the broad

    It's the H-A-V-O, see-dump-and-reload
    Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole
    Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
    But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s

    And we the only n****z you know, that f*** they P.O.'s
    They push our files to the top, you still on parole
    We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
    Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans

    "Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"
    [H] But losin ain't a option girl

    My destination is top of the world, top of the world
    "Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"
    [H] But losin ain't a option girl
    My destination is top of the world, top of the world

    why'all like b****es - the chit-chatterin
    Stay not likin a n**** but givin dap to him
    Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
    Never get cool with you n****z, I end up clappin 'em

    Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you f*** with my n****z
    Franklin and Grant, get yo' a** blammed with the quickness
    why'all n****z is finished
    You overdosin the world with that cute s***
    It's time for this realness

    And here I go again, lettin the mac blow
    Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
    I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone
    For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real

    Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
    We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll
    Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black
    with the black rims, killin yo' b**** in her a-hole; uh-oh!

    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Willie Mitchell, Earl Randle, James Shaw, Albert Johnson, Alan Maman, Kejuan Waliek Muchita.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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