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Performed By: $acks
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: JJ Davis
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$acks - WIN Lyrics
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All this shit up in my mind,
Gotta do it right
All this shit up in my mind,
Gotta do it right
All this shit up in my mind
You was right
All this shit up in my mind
You was right
All this shit up in my mind
All this shit up in my mind
Gotta do it right
Baby girl wanna argue,
All she do is fight
I don't got no time for this,
Baby, I gotta flight
Meet me in the hills
If you talking chickens,
I can't do the f*ckin' deal
Money like a salad,
Might just toss it for the bills
I'm feelin' like a demon,
I don't need a f*ckin' deal
I'ma keep on talkin',
I'ma let you hear the real
Niggas want a problem,
We can catch it in the field
All these niggas cappin',
They ain't never keep it real
Mind f*cked up,
Cause a nigga tryna win
Higher than the ceiling,
Baby girl, she wanna Benz
I been on my V-Lone
I ain't even got no friends
What you need a friend
If you only tryna win?
I'm the chosen one, baby girl,
She said I'ma win
No tic-tac-toe,
I cannot cross him out
He can not win
The reason that you hating,
Cause you know Ima the man
The reason that you hatin,
Cause your main bitch is a fan
Not f*ckin' on your main, bitch,
You thought you had a plan
I'ma have to save it,
You gon' have to change it
We gon' rearrange it
I was in the Range Rover ,
You a f*ckin' lame
I don't want the lame
I don't f*ck the same hoe
I don't want the same hoe
I think I was too geek
I don't want the same hoe
I think I was too geek
All this shit up in my mind
Gotta do it right
Baby girl wanna argue,
All she do is fight
I don't got no time for this,
Baby, I gotta flight
Meet me in the hills
If you talking chickens,
I can't do the f*ckin' deal
Money like a salad,
Might just toss it for the bills
I'm feelin' like a demon,
I don't need a f*ckin' deal
I'ma keep on talkin',
I'ma let you hear the real
Niggas want a problem,
We can catch it in the field
All these niggas cappin',
They ain't never keep it real
Mind f*cked up,
Cause a nigga tryna win
Higher than the ceiling,
Baby girl, she wanna Benz
I been on my V-Lone
I ain't even got no friends
What you need a friend
If you only tryna win?
I'm the chosen one, baby girl,
She said I'ma win
No tic-tac-toe,
I cannot cross him out
He can not win
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Man that's young Dylan back there
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Man huh
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Huh huh
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
That's young Dylan back there
Hahah yeah got Dylan
Hahaha yeah huh huh huh huh
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English

All this shit up in my mind,
Gotta do it right
All this shit up in my mind,
Gotta do it right
All this shit up in my mind
You was right
All this shit up in my mind
You was right
All this shit up in my mind
All this shit up in my mind
Gotta do it right
Baby girl wanna argue,
All she do is fight
I don't got no time for this,
Baby, I gotta flight
Meet me in the hills
If you talking chickens,
I can't do the f*ckin' deal
Money like a salad,
Might just toss it for the bills
I'm feelin' like a demon,
I don't need a f*ckin' deal
I'ma keep on talkin',
I'ma let you hear the real
Niggas want a problem,
We can catch it in the field
All these niggas cappin',
They ain't never keep it real
Mind f*cked up,
Cause a nigga tryna win
Higher than the ceiling,
Baby girl, she wanna Benz
I been on my V-Lone
I ain't even got no friends
What you need a friend
If you only tryna win?
I'm the chosen one, baby girl,
She said I'ma win
No tic-tac-toe,
I cannot cross him out
He can not win
The reason that you hating,
Cause you know Ima the man
The reason that you hatin,
Cause your main bitch is a fan
Not f*ckin' on your main, bitch,
You thought you had a plan
I'ma have to save it,
You gon' have to change it
We gon' rearrange it
I was in the Range Rover ,
You a f*ckin' lame
I don't want the lame
I don't f*ck the same hoe
I don't want the same hoe
I think I was too geek
I don't want the same hoe
I think I was too geek
All this shit up in my mind
Gotta do it right
Baby girl wanna argue,
All she do is fight
I don't got no time for this,
Baby, I gotta flight
Meet me in the hills
If you talking chickens,
I can't do the f*ckin' deal
Money like a salad,
Might just toss it for the bills
I'm feelin' like a demon,
I don't need a f*ckin' deal
I'ma keep on talkin',
I'ma let you hear the real
Niggas want a problem,
We can catch it in the field
All these niggas cappin',
They ain't never keep it real
Mind f*cked up,
Cause a nigga tryna win
Higher than the ceiling,
Baby girl, she wanna Benz
I been on my V-Lone
I ain't even got no friends
What you need a friend
If you only tryna win?
I'm the chosen one, baby girl,
She said I'ma win
No tic-tac-toe,
I cannot cross him out
He can not win
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Man that's young Dylan back there
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Man huh
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
Huh huh
The reason that you hatin,
Cause you know Iam the man
That's young Dylan back there
Hahah yeah got Dylan
Hahaha yeah huh huh huh huh
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Writer: JJ Davis
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