Trouble – She A Winner Lyrics


She A Winner By Trouble

I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner (Hitmaka)

Hol’ up

If the price is right, I know you out right

Gonna buss it down, bless you gezundheit

I say it ain’t no fun if you ain’t bussing buns

Ain’t no fun if you got no for us

No love for the scrubs, is it?

I unbuckle your pants, your handles love lickin’

Love handles, grippin’ ’em while I’m rub gettin’

Thug bid’ness

Nasty dealer, I love kitchen, hug kittens

I been in ’em, I love diggin’ ’em

Hurt feelings, you’ll never find a n—- livin’

I say

Buss it how you want to, baby

You ain’t got s— on the bill, you can’t make me

Do nothing that you want me to

I do what I wanna do

F— your opinion, pop this s— in front of you

I got money, I got millions, I get hunnids too

All my snatches, grab my bag (I ran outta here)

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

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She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Oh, you want a bad b—- that twerk?

Well n—-, put a bag out here first

Now watch this a– pop like a perc’

Girl, her really in the trap and got that work

Shine on ’em zaddy, talk that s—

Ball like a dog, spend it all on a b—-

When it pop back daddy, pull it to the top

Warm a couple bags, baby, spend another knot

Pour Patron on it, baby, spend it like it’s hot

Throw some mo’ money, I’ma land on your c—

Oh, you want a free nut? n—-, wait for it

‘Cause everything over here you gotta pay for it

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Young tender

I told her buss it down, I need you come f— me now

Buss it down, I need you come f— me now (I tell her)

Buss it down, I need you come f— me now (Aye, aye)

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Buss it down, I need you come f— me now (Aye, aye)

Soulja Slim, I would’ve had hoes for him

Rest in peace Soulja Slim, I would’ve had hoes for him

If the price is right, I bet I get right tonight

Aye, price is right, I bet I get right tonight

Watch me run it up

Watch me run it up

Watch the run it up

She gon’ watch me run it up

Glock in front of her, she want c— in front of her

She twenty one so why the f—, buss it wide in front of her

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Young tender, I’ma put the whole d— in her

She gon’ f— me for some money ’cause that hoe s— in her

She gon’ pop it, she gon’ shake it ’cause that hoe s— in her

I’ma throw these bands at her ’cause I know she a winner

Young tender