Polyester the Saint - I Win lyrics

rate me

Hela good!

What, what, hey, what, what, hey

What, what, hey, what, what, hey

What, what, hey, what, what, hey

I push rhymes like quake, I push rhymes like quake

I push rhymes like quake, I push rhymes like quake

I push rhymes like quake, I push rhymes like quake

You don’t really get it turnt, you don’t get it poppin

You don’t really put in work, you just wait and watch this

As I take you to a place that you never seen

Straight you worn out, cause you off that lean

But I ain’t trippin, I get faded though

Daily grind, sippin wine, that’s the way to go

Plus my cuddy got that good tree, on the low

Mix it with the tacos, off the stove

Let’s get this party popping, turn up the base

Let’s get it knockin

The cool done, turn up the base

So don’t you get to start nothing

You didn’t think we catch you slippin

But we steady watching

Back to the hoes, new clothes, new shoes

The city loves us

I’m on the rise, my ninja, I know you see

You wanna decline, pimping, you started cheese

We poking hoes and all you foes

That thing we sleeping

My eyes wide, open for them haters peeking

It’s ok, it’s alright

We got everything you like

Let’s just show, what we do

Pull up to your block

Swerve off with your girl

She know how to do it,

You ain’t really whippin work, you ain’t got a stove

Ice on the neck piece sit on my shirt

Wrist solid gold

As I hit you with some g shit you may never heard

Need cash for the feature, flow like dope

Get a bird off every word

Cope the 82 240, pouring up in your party

And these hoes choose to ignore it

Till I put the 82 upon 40’s

So shout my nigga don, these west coast hoes the bomb

They bitch be under you creep bitches would alecum my salam

I supply, I’m off the line, go sell on dope after 9

Rather be 6 feet deep in the freak barbe key, if you don’t mind

In some scales, as I cook up this yale, load up the shelves

Watch your gal, like you watching your mail

She slick as jail, what the hell

Your bitch just slipped and fell on this dick

And my ratchet got back on taxes,

Flip the tek on the 5th

These niggas don’t approach me reckless cause my record legit

Bitch fuck you man cause he ain’t fuckin with this

It’s gangsta gibbs baby!

It’s ok, it’s alright

We got everything you like

Let’s just show, what we do

Pull up to your block

Swerve off with your girl

She know how to do it.