2 Chainz - I WANNA WIN Lyrics

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 2 Chainz - I WANNA WIN Lyrics

(from "Red Clay" soundtrack)



I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Yeah)

Yeah, uh

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Yeah)

I want the win (Toni, yeah)


I lay up with shit like this

I rock shit like this

Talk my shit like this

Money bought me shit like this

I drive shit like this

Fa-fa came with 556 (Fa-fa)

Fine shit, shit like this

I get lit, do shit like this


Mmm, went to Chanelly

She want a Kelly, I'm rocking Timbaland and Louis V Medley

With my AP or Prezi

Let's take a trip out to Paris

Just to have sex on a terrace

I can't lie, I'm embarrassed (What?)

She said the pussy got tariffs

I get a bag to some shit like this

Shawty on a diet, told her eat this dick (Eat it, yeah)

Back against the wall, I do shit like this

Told you I'm a dog, I drop shit like this


I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win, yeah (Yeah)

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Yeah)

I want the win, yeah


I get high, think of shit like this (Shit like this)

Get rich, got a plan

Consistency and talent mix

Slept in 200 grand

Slept in my watch, slept in my bracelet, slept in my cuban links

I'm glad I ain't you, 'cause if I was you, I wouldn't know what to do with me


Uh, I board a plane to shit like this

With something thick, shit like this

Goyard luggage, shit like this

What's the budget? Shit like this

I been made for some shit like this

Where I'm from, they'll put you in a grave for shit like this, red clay soil


Rainy day, rainy day

Go away, morning head

Make a plate, monkey wet

Bathing ape, shit like this

I break bread to some shit like this, shh

Lift them legs, hit that shit like this (Like this right here)

Yeah


I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win, yeah (Yeah)

I wanna win (Win)

I wanna win (Yeah)

I want the win, yeah

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