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Luciano Lyrics
"Win or Lose"

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"Here I go again, whether I, win or lose"
"... whether I, win or lose"

Another day another dollar it's about gettin money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long
my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

It's like ahh s*** it's on, time to go shoppin
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same s*** that we had on
And f*** lookin cute, save that for the broad

It's the H-A-V-O, see-dump-and-reload
Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s

And we the only n****z you know, that f*** they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still on parole
We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans

"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
"Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"
[H] But losin ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world

why'all like b****es - the chit-chatterin
Stay not likin a n**** but givin dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
Never get cool with you n****z, I end up clappin 'em

Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you f*** with my n****z
Franklin and Grant, get yo' a** blammed with the quickness
why'all n****z is finished
You overdosin the world with that cute s***
It's time for this realness

And here I go again, lettin the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone
For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real

Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black
with the black rims, killin yo' b**** in her a-hole; uh-oh!