Im 4ever winnin . lyrics

[Intro]
Run that back
Shoutout that boy KRXXK, man, what's up?

[Refrain]
I done came up, and I’m runnin' sh*t
I done came up, and I do this sh*t
I done came up, and I'm rich as sh*t
I done came up, sh*tted on this b*tch
I done came up, and she broke as sh*t
I done came up, and she broke as sh*t
Now I’m slidin' by and I'm laughin' at that b*tch
Ay, ay, ay

[Segue]
b*tch, you want some cash?
You can't get this sh*t
You a broke lil' b*tch
sh*ttin' on this b*tch
Yeah, I'm laughin’ at this b*tch, ay
Ay
Let me tell y’all somethin'
Tell y’all somethin'
Ay

[Verse]
I done bust up, I done came up on this b*tch
And this b*tch sad as f*ck, she a sad lil' b*tch
She a mad lil' b*tch, she a bitter lil’ b*tch
And word around the town, She's a ugly lil' b*tch
Just some ugly lil' b*tch, got a bad ass b*tch
And you know she gettin' money, she gettin' cash, lil' b*tch
And that's rеal n*gga sh*t, and I got a new b*tch
I got about ten b*tches on my di*k, young b*tch, and
All my b*tchеs with it, and you know that they thick
And all my b*tches real, and they know about real sh*t
And they all stick together, we countin' dough, lil' b*tch
And you n*ggas fake as f*ck, y'all ain't got dough, lil' b*tch
All my b*tches bad, don't you know, lil' b*tch
And I like the way my b*tch pop that pus*y on this di*k
Real n*gga sh*t, and you know my b*tch thick
And that b*tch mad, and you know she wanna be a
Part of the team, but she can't hang with this b*tch
Stop callin' my phone, you a groupie ass b*tch
Now you see a n*gga winnin', you wanna be up on my di*k
b*tch, get up on my di*k, you a lame ass b*tch
You a wannabe, down ass, square ass b*tch
You a SpongeBob SquarePants, square ass b*tch
And you know
This b*tch seem mean, chose me
Lil' pretty ass foreign light skin b*tch, chose me
Fresher than a b*tch
And I seen her out in public
And she saw me and we linked up
Then we started f*ckin', man
That b*tch in a condo
And she ride a foreign man
That pus*y hella fire
And that hoe is not boring man
That hoe is lit, lit
And she got clit, ay
And she got a lit clit
Clique full of bad b*tches in 'em
b*tches trill as f*ck
And we just stay chillin'
And I'm gettin' to this money
b*tch, I'm gettin' millions
I done f*ckin' came up
On my old b*tch here
And that b*tch mad as f*ck
Man, you a lame b*tch
b*tch stop callin' me
b*tch, we not the same, b*tch
You is on some lame sh*t
b*tch I'm on that gang sh*t
[Outro]
They countin' man, stop playin'
Ain't no South Beach, n*gga, stop that
f*ck South Beach, n*gga
Come to the other side of the bridge, n*gga
Carol City, boy, what's up?
The real city