2tuff - Winning

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah, huh? Yeah, huh? What
You gon feel me on this one
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
the stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling

This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
the stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
the stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling

This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
There's stars in the ceiling
The, uh
Shit that turned me to a maniac

Shit that made you go way back, I mean way back
No way back
Did this shit up on my jack
People calling the kid whack

No way whack, never be that
Don't make me snap, I'll call you cap
Don't need a strap, I'll make you clap
This is real rap, I don't wanna trap

I don't wanna struggle
I'm on my hustle
With a raw muscle
And a rocket launcher

And a money launcher
Rest in peace to donda, will I make it wonder
I got the thunder, I'm too under
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning

The stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
The stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning

The stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling
This is the end, the beginning, the start of the winning
The stars in the ceiling. The mood that I'm feeling
Sensitive, extra shit

Looking at my clothes, it's the freshest fit
Looking at you, boy, you ain't it
Killing on the game, make a difference big
Difference big, difference big

Looking at my gold, make a bitch wanna dig
Driving in the car, yeah, call me a stig
Sipping on lean, I take a swig
Dripping so hard, shit, I need a Umbarella

The bitch, yeah, she is so bad, so, uh, Cinderella
Feeling so raw, shit, you might get salmonella
And when I'm finished, we dipping an oh
Do not tell her

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2 T

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