Win

Lyrics
[Intro] Ay, J.K [Verse] All these Goddamn flavors, I don't know what to drink They ask me why I sip 'Zay, I just like the taste When it's time to Passion up we buy it by the case Circle all of smiles, you would think it's someone's birthday Balling out, young playa this is fam shit Outside, other niggas can't hang with Cause I ain't really got time for the lane switch Or just dealing with a nigga that's a wimp bitch Passion Playas, been blood, sweat, and tears And I been working with my brothers for a couple of years I fucking miss my little brother, it's been about two years And I've been pushing everyday and it don't feel real Man, man it's all on me, I gotta make my way, I gotta make my pay These other niggas catch you slipping and will take your place And then you live without shit, then you're forced to break Can't cry about shit, you gotta keep working If your hand's always out then you don't deserve it Come and go with bitches, man they always lurking When they see something smooth and it's picture perfect I might ball out at Boscov's, bitch I feel so good like a Narco 8 Ball Passion shirts, you can cop those Fucked up my night so I had to go and swap those [Chorus: Sample] It seems the lovers win every time You must hold on to the love that you find In the world of mass confusion one thing I find It seems the lovers win every time [Outro] Passion Playas lifestyle
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Credits
- Writers
- Slim Guerilla