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lirik lagu filthy fonz - win lose or draw

[verse 1: filthy fonz]
i’m real like jesse james you fake like john [?]
ain’t a game it’s a stickup kid, simple and clean
b~tch we living in the last days i pray for my son
forgive for my sins father, man i hope he don’t come
to curse me, i know the devil’s lurking around
and he gonna catch me off guard any second
i found, another victim, stick ’em, leave him on the ground
with my big gun, spit dumb, bullets by the pound
dodge town runs through my blood and into my genes
i know my young one going to be as crazy as me
if not than maybe more but thats my baby boy
ride or die for my family why wouldn’t i for sure
takе flight on a sucka, put five on a sucka, bandana over my face drivе by on a sucka
met a lot of motherf~ckers that think they ready to see us
fonzo aka young pancho villa
roll with the [?] or get f~cked off like gonorrhea
this my dynasty of real k!llers up in this [?]
no fear, no remorse just a couple of corpses
in the streets if you got beef you either win lose or draw

[chorus: young steve]
that’s right
man y’all ain’t f~cking with us
that’s right
we some thugs on the run
that’s right
popping pistols and collars
that’s right
with a fistful of dollars
[verse 2: young steve]
when the west was one i was riding with my gun
in the [?] wagon blasting at you for fun
got six on my side hip ready to blast
i’m ready to put all you suckas in the moutherf~cking cask’
i’m the lone ranger, call me an outlaw
we got drug money like [?] through utah
we doing things, all you n~ggas is sleeping
connected inc. [?] now all you n~ggas is weeping
we burning tracks, we sh~tting out verses
dodge town homie leaving b~tches in he~rs~s
we grill them up, ain’t n0body hotter than us
connected inc. b~tch chin [?] we trust

[chorus: young steve]
that’s right
man y’all ain’t f~cking with us
that’s right
we some thugs on the run
that’s right
popping pistols and collars
that’s right
with a fistful of dollars

[verse 3: ace of spits]
ace of spits, decoto gangster, [?]
make more than your feelings hurt when the big chopper squirt
we in the wild wild west but we ain’t shooting revolvers
fully automatic weapons ain’t pausing like commas
[?] hangdown, platinum boots, platinum spurs
young guns riding up, now you riding in a he~rs~
getting drunk up in the saloon, pack my [?]
grew up young h~lla soon, slinging drugs until the noon
a~c~e gonna get whatever’s coming to me
i’d rather die in a bank robbery than in the penitentiary
young g, money moves me, outlaws
since i saw my first b
grew up in the [?] act fresh and put your face next to your nike cortez
thanks for the blessed of my mother, i grew up like no other
smoking good, sipping [?] with my little brother
illegal transactions, work only with the real
ice in my tea so everything i drink is chill
[outro: young steve]
we some cold motherf~ckers, decoto had busters
it’s the modern day wild wild west
why the f~ck you think they call us dodge town
p~ssy ass f~ggots
what? y’all can’t f~ck with us
we stay bringing you the motherf~cking heat
decoto gangsters, vgd
what? we some desperados
f~ggot! p~ss on you fake ass motherf~ckers

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