Winners & Losers (feat. Zach Kyle)
We the winners and losers
Ain't nobody gon' hold you
Yeah, the serum of truth hurts
Ain't nobody gon' hold you
Get a little bit stupid
Ain't nobody gon' hold you
Listen to the music
Let my voice control you
Listen to the student
Get treated like a toy, yeah
The teacher finna start teasing
Now she looking all coy, yeah
My main bitch looking like Janet
My side bitch look like La Toya
I could've sworn they was sisters
But now they getting much closer
We the winners and losers
Ain't nobody gon' hold you
Get a little bit stupid
'Boutta lose all control, yeah
Estoy tan arriba en las nubes
Ya'll down there watching the thrown, yeah
Apaguen todas las luces
We 'bout to lose all control, yeah
Icky, icky now
She get icky, icky now
We get freaky on the couch
She get freaky when she wanna get
Icky, icky now
She get icky, icky now
We get freaky on the couch
She get freaky when she wanna get
Tear that shit apart
That's my achy brakey heart
I could never go too far
'Till I've given you what you deserve
Break me, break me down
Chew me up and spit me out
I could never figure out
How you're winning and I'm the loser
Tear that shit apart
That's my achy brakey heart
I could never go too far
'Till I've given you what you deserve
Break me, break me down
Chew me up and spit me out
I could never figure out
How you're winning and I'm the loser
Automatic
So dramatic
It's the greatest to ever do it
Niggas so fanatic
Woo
Instagram it
Fifth gear
Nigga, slam it
How I pray all day I feel Islamic
Show ends and the bitches panic
Ooh
I've been really on the move
I've been looking for you
Calm me down, turn me up
Ooh
I remember them eleven years
You was always, like, my favorite vibe
FaceTiming over all your tears
You was always steady on my mind
I was little used to shop at Sears
Now a nigga wearing Number (N)ine
I was longing for a different line
She belonging to a different kind
She belong to the streets
Streets
But I stay long in the streets
Streets
Shorty text me the deets
Expose me to your freak
I could love you all day
I could love you all week
Let me show you what I mean
Baby can we make this a routine?
Can we keep it so clean?
Can we keep it OG?
I'm about to OD
I'm about to OD
You been the whole week
Withdrawals hitting real different
You was gone off the molly
I was off my prescription
The night became a exhibition
Was so gone that they kicked us
This love hitting real different
These drugs hitting real different
Tear that shit apart
That's my achy brakey heart
I could never go too far
'Till I've given you what you deserve
Break me, break me down
Chew me up and spit me out
I could never figure out
How you're winning and I'm the loser
Tear that shit apart
That's my achy brakey heart
I could never go too far
'Till I've given you what you deserve
Break me, break me down
Chew me up and spit me out
I could never figure out
How you're winning and I'm the loser