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Juvenile Winning Lyrics

Last updated: 12/28/2012 09:54:52 AM

(Hook)
Everywhere I go all the hoes show me love
Ho lick a lot, buying cars just because
Find me in the club poppin bottles with my thugs
With my middle fingers up cuz I dont give a fuck
(Verse)
I got bricks up on my dashboard
Pounds up in my dough jams
One yard from that touchdown
Losing not in my program
My ship is that graveyard
Competition got no chance
Im ridin round and Im getting it
Misery in my past time, victory in my future
Hennessey in my glass, shit I dont celebrate like I used to
Why you tryina get looser
You say you like to ride motorbikes
Then ride me like a high booster
My middle fingers, they turnt up
Haters watchin  they burnt up
They went haywire when I turnt up
My attitude, ho fuck you
Thats why, yea Im turnt up
Im on fire, 10 points up
(Hook)
Everywhere I go all the hoes show me love
Ho lick a lot, buying cars just because
Find me in the club poppin bottles with my thugs
With my middle fingers up cuz I dont give a fuck
(Verse)
Its Level baby (ay!)
Bitch I been a wild child since a juvenile
Nigga check me out, I got my money right
I can walk up in the mall and be like fuck the price
Check out my ice, my diamonds sick hot
Yea I know thats why yo bitch on my dick now
I know Ill pop, but I aint know I want that its hot
Im up a couple touchdowns, bitch Im winning
(Hook x2)
Everywhere I go all the hoes show me love
Ho lick a lot, buying cars just because
Find me in the club poppin bottles with my thugs
With my middle fingers up cuz I dont give a fuck





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