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Jay Rock | WIN Lyrics

  • Artist: Jay Rock


Ay this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption like
Know what Im talkin bout?
Hol up
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the f*ck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait)
Win win, win, win, win (yeah)
F*ck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas aint shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)

Big Jay Rock go (go), on 10, 10, 10, 10s (on 10, 10, 10, 10s)
Exit at 4 (4), bring friend, friend, friend, friends
Matte black two-door (door), jump in, in, in, in
You might wanna keep score (score), I win, win, win, win
Forearm tattoos (huh), thats squad, squad, squad, squad
All of them gon shoot (huh), dont try, try, try, try
I walk in room (huh), their eyes wide, wide, wide
Third album comin soon (yeah), Im glad yall gon die
I aint chasin after no bitch
I got bigger plans than stayin rich (stayin rich)
Ive been tapped in since I was six (like six)
I tap dance all on a brick (tap dance)
And your diamonds like tap water (tap water)
That shit way too foggy (clean it up)
These VVSs way awesome (whats up?)
Parked CLS for baby mama (no love)
Drop to your death without warnin

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the f*ck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait), win win, win, win, win (yeah)
F*ck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas aint shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)

F*ck niggas dont stay outside when I play outside
I put the beats on, Im like Dre outside
I got the Bay outside, and L.A. outside
And if you act bad, Ill bring the K outside
Go and get your money, bitch, none of my niggas on some funny shit
I can tell real by who you runnin with
Im all in the field, duck huntin shit
Hit my plug just to re-up and he was like, "Boop, here"
Migo knew just what it was, flipped the whole dub and gave it back, "Boop, yeah"
911, no mileage, baby, 9 ball, but no violence, baby
My trigger finger got callus, baby, my bare knuckles got talent, baby
Im all in the wind with it, on Deuce line, Ive been with it
She too fine, I been hit it, crashed two times, I limo-tinted
My new ride, Im ridin with the toaster (toaster)
12 better not pull me over (over)
Championship goin dumb
Nothin to somethin, I won, bitch (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the f*ck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait), win win, win, win, win (yeah)
F*ck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas aint shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)


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