Songtext zu 'We Winnin'' von Perrion

Always been a fucking rebel, no control at hand
Did what the fuck I want, gimme that fuel like petroleum
Getting to this money, I ain't tryna live being broke again
Tryna build my own franchise
Nigga fuck working at your store again

When a nigga stress I need some medicals
Then I pour some gin
When I'm feeling lonely call these hoes over
Finna poker game
Niggas think they know me
Tryna get to close but it's not for them
They see a nigga rising to the top like some smoking, man
And I'm feeling like drizzy, nigga don't need no new friends
Crash waited out of high school
Still looking like a true winner
Don't give a fuck, I'm still getting money
Still fucking hoes, I love snow bunnies
It's so funny how niggas don't wanna fuck with you
Till you blew, man
Man, I ain't never need your niggas for shit
I got my own, my niggas, so you can all eat a dick
And I don't condone in that bullshit, ain't no matador
When you see me say 'attaboy'
And keep it moving, motherfucker

'Cause we winning
Said we on and we on and we on and we on and we on
Nigga, we winning
Said we on and we on and we on
You motherfuckers know we winning, right?
Said we on and we on and we on and we on
My nigga, we winning
Said we on and we on and we on and we on, my nigga

We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Yeah, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
We gonna make this, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
In the house, we gonna get 'em high
Higher, higher
We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
And we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Niggas, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Tell 'em hoes, we gonna get 'em higher
Higher, higher, higher

Ok, now we gonna get 'em higher, higher in the skyer
The music is the dope and home team is your supplier
All I spit is fire, fuego, flame, came to change the game
But fuck niggas hate on my name
So I'm getting it, flipping it
Fuck a hater nigga 'cause his bitch all on my dick and shit
Got on my grind over beat
So you could say that I'm flipping kicks
Or kick flipping niggas under trucks, man
What is the difference?
Ain't no bitches inside my circumference
I'm comfortable just plotting what I'm up against
You balling but you fumble, though
Say you getting bread
But I'm pretty sure you crumble, though
I finally need to stunt even though I'm pretty humble, yo
I'm a soldier, my nigga, I don't see no limits
Yo bitch play with my stick like a quidditch scrimmage
I'm killing these niggas, the feeling
That I'm feeling when I'm simile switching
Got me coming for niggas heads like the kennedy killer

Winning
Said we on and we on and we on and we on and we on
Nigga, we winning
Said we on and we on and we on
You motherfuckers know we winning, right?
Said we on and we on and we on and we on
My nigga, we winning
Said we on and we on and we on and we on, my nigga

We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Yeah, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
We gonna make this, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
In the house, we gonna get 'em high
Higher, higher
We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
And we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Niggas, we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
Tell 'em hoes, we gonna get 'em higher
Higher, higher, higher

I said we gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker
We gonna get 'em high
Of that music, motherfucker

Because we winning, because we winning
Because we winning, yeah, we winning
Nigga