Victory

Time and time again that dro mad loud when rolling down this road
Why my bruthas talking broke shit drop them waste gyal off you homes
Spread jewels from the cold north
Get bent in the ends and go forth
TO to the A to the NYC with a "ven qui" we rep for the old sport
Gotta earn rightly, torch burn brightly
Punk tread lightly
Waves get dicey
Whats ya psyche, bish I'm pricey
Turnin' fire signs to Pisces
Everything gonna be great
Whipping on road to ya state
Whenever I leave, make her stay
Rammin' the gates
Napalm for the fakes
Sleepless night move rhyme like weight
Take our plates, and wipe on drapes
Where's my papes & take up space
Dont give me aches just give me face
Based on a pound of sess, bass soundin' bless
Straight bomb ya stress
Make speakers knock every equinox
Muhfuckahs cant put my soul on house arrest
Beyotch

Turn a deadend to a doorway
Doorway
I reply say less she give more play
More play
Angels earn their wings make the floor shake
Floor shake
Angels earn their wings make the floor shake
Floor shake
Players get ya wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Get ya bag, get on ya path
These players gettin' wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Get ya bag, get on ya path
These players gettin' wins tonight

Time and time again I have to get get up and go tell these hoes
That these niggas don't love you, they just stunting, that just the way it go
When you bluffing and rushing for something that's nothing
He coming and cutting
You trusting, its so rugged
Just say fuck em and dump em
And get back on your G shit
Took my chains off, I'm free bitch
I'm psycho like Michael
You poor souls need a bible
I'm still standing, like the Eiffel
Still standing, need no tidal
Need no iPhone
Ima record this shit and play it at your bridal
Shower all these cowards tell a doubter
I'm Austin Powers
You looking sour homie
I'm Dwight Howard homie
You've been studdering for an hour homie
How you lying on your fam now
How you say you living like a man now
You cant even look into your own eyes
I won't see you when we both die
You need a break I need more play
Boy your best shit is my throwaway
Tell Jerry P to make the floor shake
I ain't even spittin, this just foreplay

Turn a deadend to a doorway
I reply say less she give more play
Angels earn their wings make the floor shake
Angels earn their wings make the floor shake
Players get ya wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Get ya bag, get on ya path
These players gettin' wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Players get ya wins tonight
Get ya bag, get on ya path
These players gettin' wins tonight



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Writer(s): Scott Ramirez
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