RWTW (feat. Ribby)

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Jays are several species of medium-sized, usually colorful and noisy, passerine birds in the crow family, Corvidae. The names jay and magpie are somewhat interchangeable, and the evolutionary relationships are rather complex. For example, the Eurasian magpie seems more closely related to the Eurasian jay than to the East Asian blue and green magpies, whereas the blue jay is not closely related to either. more »

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I roll with the winners
I pray to god
Pray to god cuz I was born sinner
Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December
Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember
So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter

Gotta pay your dues and stay true
Let em other motherfuckers hate you
Momma stressing out cuz the rent due
I roll with the winners I can't lose
So ain't never worried bout what they do
Boy I'm boutta be a money tycoon
Imma take ya shorty out to can cun like

Never worried bout them bitches
Only focus on ya moms and
Turn them ones up into them millions
Glad I'm not from the streets
Cuz I didn't have to kill shit
But you better not play with me
Cuz I'm really on my drill shit

I told my dawg Ribby we taking the city
All of them biddies be tryna get with me
She ain't drinkin on Henny she sippin on Whitney
She boutta feel me
Ahhh
I told her don't kiss me
You might catch feelings and that shit be risky
I'm inna club be gettin real tipsy
Shoutout the legends
R.I.P Nipsey

Imma digress cuz I'm going off
She in my room with her panties off
She be shakin that ass she be showing off
Ribby's path better never cross
He might let it go if you throw him off
So imma keep rollin with the winners straight to the top, we ain't ever take a loss

I roll with the winners
I pray to god
Pray to god cuz I was born sinner
Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December
Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember
So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter

Haa
Yeah I roll with the winners
By myself i'm a sinner
Any nigga who want it
You know imma get em
Like
We came from rags to riches
Psych
We came from mags and extensions
We clean em up like some dishes
Ha
I hope you got feel this shit
Growing up going late to school was on some demon shit
Selling bags from town to town just tryna get through it
You don't know what I been through bitch
So don't act like you do this shit
Hah
Louie Von for the fit
That's that exclusive drip
Got ya bitch on my dick
She out here Juul'in and shit
Hah
Hop on the beat go Ludacris
Any nigga who want you know
You know ima boom and shit

I roll with the winners
I pray to god
Pray to god cuz I was born sinner
Gotta cold heart yeah that shit be cold as December
Imma make it out for the days I don't wanna remember
So we hustle hustle from the summer summer to the winter
Gotta pay your dues and stay true
Let em other motherfuckers hate you
Momma stressing out cuz the rent due
I roll with the winners I can't lose
So ain't never worried bout what they do
Boy I'm boutta be a money tycoon
Imma take ya shorty out to can cun like

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