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Tugg - 4thewin Lyrics



Tugg - 4thewin Lyrics




Almost Decent 2 this for the win
We ain't never going broke again
Remember nights I used to pray about it
I got n*ggas down to spray about me
Cuzzo trynna leave the streets alone, told that n*gga I'ma get us out It
It was this or get a bag n*gga, b*tch i really come from poverty
Same ones used to laugh at me, now they saying that they proud of me
Smoke the cookie like a new port
Roll a wood time to fly away
B*tches that I spend my nights, with didn't wanna give me time of day
If I don't do nothing I'ma grind today, can't be slacking like these other n*ggas
Whole city say they love me now, remember when they wasn't f*cking me
Plug called he got some weight for me
Girly said she couldn't wait for me
Don't leave the hood without my shooter with me i got n*ggas plotting tryna take from me
Wait a minute is some paper in it
Throw a party let my haters in it don't even gotta trick on h*es
B*tches treat me like a famous n*gga
Life we living got some danger in it
But the pressure wasn't new to us
My people's trynna leave the work alone
Told them n*ggas that we moving up

Shorty told me I ain't do enough, wasn't trynna stick around for me
I was trynna give you everything, I wonder was she really down for me
The homie called he got some pounds for me
Opp n*ggas can't a get a pound from me
Lilla keep that 30 round on him
Case a n*gga think he getting down him
Shout the h*es who used to frown at me
They see me now and say I'm looking better
Wasn't stressed I knew my time was coming
I'ma Be up top and stay forever

This for the Win

Don't get It twisted
We on a mission
Double my digits and f*ck with some b*tches
She told me she love me, I told her she tripping
This ain't liquor you know what I'm sippin
I stay on my sh*t boy you won't catch me slipping
License suspended they won't catch me whipping
Up every morning cause I get gotta get it
My pieces hitting, finessing for chicken
N*ggas is b*tches
Wonder why I hardly come around
We about to tear the summer down
Trynna triple all my numbers now
I bet the people feel the hunger now
Used to tell me I should dumb it down
See that n*gga going dumber now
Not picking up I'm acting funny style
Yea
Trynna triple all my numbers now
See the youngin and he going wild
Nigga
This for the win
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Almost Decent 2 this for the win
We ain't never going broke again
Remember nights I used to pray about it
I got n*ggas down to spray about me
Cuzzo trynna leave the streets alone, told that n*gga I'ma get us out It
It was this or get a bag n*gga, b*tch i really come from poverty
Same ones used to laugh at me, now they saying that they proud of me
Smoke the cookie like a new port
Roll a wood time to fly away
B*tches that I spend my nights, with didn't wanna give me time of day
If I don't do nothing I'ma grind today, can't be slacking like these other n*ggas
Whole city say they love me now, remember when they wasn't f*cking me
Plug called he got some weight for me
Girly said she couldn't wait for me
Don't leave the hood without my shooter with me i got n*ggas plotting tryna take from me
Wait a minute is some paper in it
Throw a party let my haters in it don't even gotta trick on h*es
B*tches treat me like a famous n*gga
Life we living got some danger in it
But the pressure wasn't new to us
My people's trynna leave the work alone
Told them n*ggas that we moving up

Shorty told me I ain't do enough, wasn't trynna stick around for me
I was trynna give you everything, I wonder was she really down for me
The homie called he got some pounds for me
Opp n*ggas can't a get a pound from me
Lilla keep that 30 round on him
Case a n*gga think he getting down him
Shout the h*es who used to frown at me
They see me now and say I'm looking better
Wasn't stressed I knew my time was coming
I'ma Be up top and stay forever

This for the Win

Don't get It twisted
We on a mission
Double my digits and f*ck with some b*tches
She told me she love me, I told her she tripping
This ain't liquor you know what I'm sippin
I stay on my sh*t boy you won't catch me slipping
License suspended they won't catch me whipping
Up every morning cause I get gotta get it
My pieces hitting, finessing for chicken
N*ggas is b*tches
Wonder why I hardly come around
We about to tear the summer down
Trynna triple all my numbers now
I bet the people feel the hunger now
Used to tell me I should dumb it down
See that n*gga going dumber now
Not picking up I'm acting funny style
Yea
Trynna triple all my numbers now
See the youngin and he going wild
Nigga
This for the win
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Writer: Marlon Beard
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