Winning Team by Kenny Golder Jr. Lyrics
Bad bitch throw it back young nigga gettin love
You ain't get no coochie? lil nigga thats tough
Im bout to get high, yeah I party with the plug
With my nigga Kari, nigga dont forget the jugg
You ain't even got a gram, why you talking like the plug
Bitch you living in the burbs you ain't make it out the mud
I ain't even wanna hit yo bitch I did it just because
If its up, then its stuck, then it can't be what it was
Man it is what it is and its not what its not
I ain't banging but know people wipin’ nose like snot
I got ice on my neck no cream cone
Niggas wanna get a slice I gotta new phone
I got yo dream bitch in the friendzone
Brodie finna score on the ops hе in the endzone
Say you up a hunnid k why you ain't put you mans on
Cappin’ to thеse hoes like you rich but you dead wrong
Yeah
Cappin’ to these hoes like you rich but you dead wrong
Nigga whippin’ in the focus he still paying on
Finna cop a Bently truck just to have some leg room
Finna meet up with my side piece to get some head soon
Me being broke thats like trappin’ with a dead phone
You niggas mad, but you need to lower your tone
Niggas keep on watching all my moves nigga ain't you grown
Niggas trippin dont slide like a slip n slide
Actin’ like they finna roll, tell another lie
Tryna bait me like the ops, im not the guy
Still getting top from my side, ain't talking fries
Niggas talking down on 76 then we know he gone slide
Always adding money to my pockets, but these choppas divide
Nigga walk into a sneaky, do you got a ride
Yeah Im married to the money, that bitch my bride
Bitch, Im tryna drive a drop top
Call bro to get an op dropped
Me and bro traded guns you can call that shit a chop shop
If you in need of the weed, hit me up, nigga come and shop
Nigga keep on talkin’ like he twelve, nigga you a cop?
LLP Juggteam
You know we the winning team
How the fuck you winning nigga you ain't even got a ring
How the fuck you winning nigga you ain't even got a ring
Bad lil foreign bitch fuck me for designer things
You ain't get no coochie? lil nigga thats tough
Im bout to get high, yeah I party with the plug
With my nigga Kari, nigga dont forget the jugg
You ain't even got a gram, why you talking like the plug
Bitch you living in the burbs you ain't make it out the mud
I ain't even wanna hit yo bitch I did it just because
If its up, then its stuck, then it can't be what it was
Man it is what it is and its not what its not
I ain't banging but know people wipin’ nose like snot
I got ice on my neck no cream cone
Niggas wanna get a slice I gotta new phone
I got yo dream bitch in the friendzone
Brodie finna score on the ops hе in the endzone
Say you up a hunnid k why you ain't put you mans on
Cappin’ to thеse hoes like you rich but you dead wrong
Yeah
Cappin’ to these hoes like you rich but you dead wrong
Nigga whippin’ in the focus he still paying on
Finna cop a Bently truck just to have some leg room
Finna meet up with my side piece to get some head soon
Me being broke thats like trappin’ with a dead phone
You niggas mad, but you need to lower your tone
Niggas keep on watching all my moves nigga ain't you grown
Niggas trippin dont slide like a slip n slide
Actin’ like they finna roll, tell another lie
Tryna bait me like the ops, im not the guy
Still getting top from my side, ain't talking fries
Niggas talking down on 76 then we know he gone slide
Always adding money to my pockets, but these choppas divide
Nigga walk into a sneaky, do you got a ride
Yeah Im married to the money, that bitch my bride
Bitch, Im tryna drive a drop top
Call bro to get an op dropped
Me and bro traded guns you can call that shit a chop shop
If you in need of the weed, hit me up, nigga come and shop
Nigga keep on talkin’ like he twelve, nigga you a cop?
LLP Juggteam
You know we the winning team
How the fuck you winning nigga you ain't even got a ring
How the fuck you winning nigga you ain't even got a ring
Bad lil foreign bitch fuck me for designer things