Lyrics:
imma win, Das fax
I gotta act like a king, Das fax
Das fax
Das fax
Drip go dumb, Das fax
Haters talk shit, Das fax
Imma still trap, Das fax
Das fax
Das
When you begin
Playing to win
That's when the losers rush in
And I...
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing
Who's
When You begin playing to win
That's when the Losers rush in
And I
I got better than You
At jumping the Queue to get closer to seeing
Who's Who
got my picture in a frame
Under that my name
I'm not here for the damn fame
I'm just here for the damn name (Fax)
I'm here to win the damn game (Fax)
So
Taking a loss
We gotta win (We gotta win, we gotta win)
Taking a loss
We gotta win (We gotta win, fax)
Taking a loss
We gotta win (We gotta win, fax
learned to win when I was young
So I'm never ever going to lose
They pay me the money and I do the job
I got a contract on you
I got a contract,
Yeah I'm super gangsta dawg
I got like 95 bodies and I grew up under a bridge and I can do 10,000 push ups
and can't nobody kill me!
All Cap
All Cap
Found a hole and slipped on through
Kissed the stone and learnt the lines
Jumped the queue all the time forgetting you
Best dishevelled lover 3
Fast or lose, win or lose
Jumped the queue, you're back again
President for life
Lord of all that flies in the sky
The beasts of the earth
The fish
Dis ain't track-meet, but I'm a win this is fax see
9-5 people stay there and die, that makes me cry
Do what you love no need to lie, not so
's, niqqas don't spin ye dats fax's , gotta purpose to win ye dats fax's , gone spin n spin ye dats fax's , not gone say it again shh dats fax's , yeah dis det
Otherwise, hating queues
Chasing
Hating
Fading
No
Bring it in, big win-win
Giving props, almost jogging
Getting so moody from it
Give me my fucking credit
Don't cap on a track all fax no printer
Fit so cold all ticks no winter
Fuck up the beat so quick no sprinter
I might just kill, it will disinter-
I was always playing dumb, just to try to fit in
I was busy looking out, instead of looking within
I was used to losing out, and calling it a win
I
ANDRE:
Think of your muse . . .
FIRMIN:
And of the queues
round the theatre!
BOTH:
Can you deny us the triumph
in store?
from my grandmother like Kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then begin to sin
We're in to win with hen's and Heineken's
Beast for
Words by Rebecca St. James & Bill Deaton
Music by Blair Masters
You can have the money, wheel it, deel it, win it all
You can have a lot of fashion,
as falsified,
Rudimentary psyche real spent
Expert on the subject,
So I deliberately. Let you win the trivial argument
Queue to the booth where you swear your
publicity
But we have no cast
But André, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one, too
"Dear André, what a charming gala
Christine
I'm in it to win it
On god
Walking in Neiman's
So fire
My fit came straight from Venus
So hot
Brody be capping out his cap
But that shit ain't fitted
levels above
Seven levels above
It's inevitable bruv
Fuck a fax mofukka
Mofukka I'm fact machine
I'm a fact machine
Fuck a fax mofukka
Mofukka I'm a fact
Yo, she wanted em roses
Trust I won’t pay just to stay
Them gal pulling poses
Like I know their name
That’s fax
I don’t want to play no games
hanyut
Dengan perasaan mu
I've tried so goddamn hard to win you
But nothing ever works for me
Always last in your queue
Yet i'll still wait till i'm thirty
Fill
Autofill
I’m Autofill
This ain’t my role
I’ve been in queue
Alone with you
You’re my duo now we can’t lane bot
I’ve got to top
I’ve got to, I’ve
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