Winners – Smoko Ono lyrics

Lyrics Winners – Smoko Ono

Winners lyrics
When do you realize
I ain’t the same as these guys
They tried to ride a wave
Got lost in all my space
Remember skating on nights,
grinding night and day
Just so we’d make it rain
Make it rain in any weather
Counting money a laughter
We not in a no pasa
I just laughed at my rasta
I drink my Hennessey straight
My mother and my team straight
I guess I make it real easy now
Real easy to hate

See they might hate, they might go hate on you
Then they bet they gon’ bet on you
Wanna flex them I go flex on you
Wanna flex I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter that’s what winners do
That’s what winners do
New piece for the summer, that’s what winners do
Yeah, that’s what winners do,

I might been around the block now
Link with the gang, it’s winning time I put the top down
Ain’t nothing changed, I need it right there when I touch down
Make it rain for you, I could throw it up now
Plain Jane on me, I might get a bussdown
My main thang on me, she my only one now
Yelling free the guys every time I toast it up now
My money on my mind, every time I twist it up now

I’ma hold the team down, ain’t no switching up now
.. in my new Amiri jeans, let ’em bust out
Keep this shit 300 at the top it’s only us now
I might AMG the Benz, leave ’em in the dust now
Had the cut off friends, I don’t know who I can trust now
I was down but I’m up and it’s stuck now
Smoking on Biscotti in Gelati in the truck now
Shawty on my body and she’s probably tryna cut now, right now

See they might hate, they might go hate on you
Then they bet they gon’ bet on you
Wanna flex them I go flex on you
Wanna flex I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter that’s what winners do (That’s what
winners do)
That’s what winners do (That’s what winners do)
New piece for the summer, that’s what winners do
Yeah, that’s what winners do

Man I swear this shit is cutthroat,
even though I give no fucks though
They claimed the money changed me, they didn’t even like me
when I was broke
Say I’m sleeping on ’em, they ain’t like me when I was woke
Say I’m falling off,
but you ain’t like me when I was dope
Learn to leave my trophies and my circles inside the den
Learning that a ring without the tickets is still a win
Not just who was shooting, but who was hitting in the gym
Do this for my momma, and my daughters, and my kin
More specifically my father,
and my brother, and my wifey, and my auntie Carolyn
I used to give a fuck, I used to care about opinions
Then I took back all my fucks and started taking care of them
I had to start moving different like a solo
Had to go and get my distance, get my dolo
No, it’s no association, no more polo
No, it’s no association, no more polo

See they might hate, they might go hate on you
Then they bet they gon’ bet on you
Wanna flex them I go flex on you
Wanna flex I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter that’s what winners do
That’s what winners do
New piece for the summer, that’s what winners do
Yeah, that’s what winners dooo

Winners – Smoko Ono lyrics
Winners - Smoko Ono
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