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Jordo Bandz - Win Lyrics



Jordo Bandz - Win Lyrics




I lost my bro to the streets it really made me Think
I live my life
For my niggas that really can't
I wake up early some mornings
So I can hit the bank
And my sprite real dirty
You know I'm sipping paint
My brother out of that cell
And he ain't going back
I threw my nigga a hunnit
And told him get a pack
Cause all that time that he lost
He'll never get it back
I gotta get to this money
I'm counting hella racks
Every time I get a play
I gotta move
Cause that paper
I just can't afford to loose
I know they sleeping
But they bet not hit the snooze
Couple labels wanna sign me
Ima choose
Young nigga but I get to that bread and go
Stack it up and watch it fall
Like dominos
Gucci Louie I be rocking
Designer clothes
Yo bitch looking at my bitch
We designer goals
And every time I come through
They know it's going down
Whatever city I'm in we finna shut it down
They know that jordo that nigga
And i deserve a crown
I'm ouchea chasing this paper
Cause I can't sit around
Look my daughter In her eyes
And told Ima go
Ima make it happen
Baby I won't fold
Only nigga in my family
Tryna get the gold
Ima risk it all
Just to bring it home
Every time I get a play
I gotta move
Cause that paper
I just can't afford to loose
I know they sleeping
But they bet not hit the snooze
Couple labels wanna sign me Ima choose
100 bandz off the trap
And my niggas they on go
But they only down to kill
Cause these guns ain't for show
Let a nigga talk slick
we gone let that bitch blow
And if a nigga got a problem
We gone let a nigga know
You a hoe
And Ima always stay 100 with you
I️ got a couple niggas
That will really come and get you
And we scared of no drama
Because we packing pistols
And I️ can't wait till I️ make it
I'm blowing like a missile
It ain't a issue
We running through clips
Like tissue
Aim that choppa down yo block
And I️ bet every bullet hit you
We won't miss you
I️ came from the bottom
I️ ate the grissle
We know you a snitch
So my niggas they ain't witchu
Don't hit my phone with no drama
Less you want problems
I️ do this shit for my niggas
I'm Tryna chase a comma
Tell them bitches that hated
That they won't ever see a dolla
And when they see me on stage don't even try To holla
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I lost my bro to the streets it really made me Think
I live my life
For my niggas that really can't
I wake up early some mornings
So I can hit the bank
And my sprite real dirty
You know I'm sipping paint
My brother out of that cell
And he ain't going back
I threw my nigga a hunnit
And told him get a pack
Cause all that time that he lost
He'll never get it back
I gotta get to this money
I'm counting hella racks
Every time I get a play
I gotta move
Cause that paper
I just can't afford to loose
I know they sleeping
But they bet not hit the snooze
Couple labels wanna sign me
Ima choose
Young nigga but I get to that bread and go
Stack it up and watch it fall
Like dominos
Gucci Louie I be rocking
Designer clothes
Yo bitch looking at my bitch
We designer goals
And every time I come through
They know it's going down
Whatever city I'm in we finna shut it down
They know that jordo that nigga
And i deserve a crown
I'm ouchea chasing this paper
Cause I can't sit around
Look my daughter In her eyes
And told Ima go
Ima make it happen
Baby I won't fold
Only nigga in my family
Tryna get the gold
Ima risk it all
Just to bring it home
Every time I get a play
I gotta move
Cause that paper
I just can't afford to loose
I know they sleeping
But they bet not hit the snooze
Couple labels wanna sign me Ima choose
100 bandz off the trap
And my niggas they on go
But they only down to kill
Cause these guns ain't for show
Let a nigga talk slick
we gone let that bitch blow
And if a nigga got a problem
We gone let a nigga know
You a hoe
And Ima always stay 100 with you
I️ got a couple niggas
That will really come and get you
And we scared of no drama
Because we packing pistols
And I️ can't wait till I️ make it
I'm blowing like a missile
It ain't a issue
We running through clips
Like tissue
Aim that choppa down yo block
And I️ bet every bullet hit you
We won't miss you
I️ came from the bottom
I️ ate the grissle
We know you a snitch
So my niggas they ain't witchu
Don't hit my phone with no drama
Less you want problems
I️ do this shit for my niggas
I'm Tryna chase a comma
Tell them bitches that hated
That they won't ever see a dolla
And when they see me on stage don't even try To holla
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Writer: jordan chang
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