Music Video
LOM Rudy - "Win Again" Ft. Kerch Dolla (Official Music Video) Dir By:@OfficialWetlifeproductions
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LOM Rudy
Performer
Kerch Dolla
Performer
Derrick Rendles Jr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LOM Rudy
Songwriter
Kerch Dolla
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kmoney Beats
Producer
KmoneyBeats
Producer
Lyrics
And they hate when I sit and think and use my mind to solve my problems (yeah)
They writing me from these fake pages, wonder why I'm not responding
My life don't have a happy ending, but I ain't getting no massage (at all)
Just from saying a couple sentences, now I got a bunch of comments (alright)
They want me to stoop down to 'em, be outside so they can catch me (hey)
I ain't arguing online, with no ****, that shit messy (yeah)
I ain't buying no dope if it ain't like yoga, I can't stretch it (can't do it)
If I got a bone to pick, I got a dog, he go fetch it (okay)
Girl, I ain't rich all the time, so if you do it, take this tension (take ten)
If you catch him while I got that dog shit in, take this fifty (I got it)
Yeah, I know I signed a gun law, but I gotta take this with me (for real)
And some **** know I sent them, so they gotta fake it with me (uh-huh)
Know you a real or battle rap, but I done got some **** smacked
So many bitches in my cart, I put a lot of bitches back (okay)
They say I had it with the robe, but now I got it with this rap (what?)
Like I ain't brushed my teeth in months, they know I'm coming for them plaques (yeah)
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty-twenty, might be ten again (might be ten)
I be staring to myself, what they want me to kill again? (Yeah)
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty-twenty, might be ten again
I be staring to myself, what they want me to kill again?
I can't walk inside no club if I can't bring my pistol in (at all)
Pop one and she pop two, now she trying to kiss her friends
I drop cheese and rap myself when I'm trying to get that man (uh-uh)
That bitch bad for you to keep her, know you gotta hit that hand (what up?)
At Homicide Again, they tryna prove me shit again (they can't)
Might tattoo a F-E-N 'cause it's thuggin' in my skin (except me)
How the fuck you look me in my eye and lie again? (What?)
I done lost respect when **** ain't rapping their names
I might pop out with a pop out, she look bad as fuck (you know it)
New kid add me up, know them crackers mad as fuck
**** livid, heard you reminiscing 'bout the old times
Guess you miss it, heard you survived but your mans died
But it get deeper, **** who I raised tryna switch on me
But it get deeper, bitches who I made talking shit 'bout me
That shit weak, I guess they figure like
Dollar one gon' never win again
One gon' put that blend again, take shit on that chin again
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty-twenty, might be ten again
I be staring to myself, what they want me to kill again?
I was fucked up and I guess they thought I couldn't win again
They want me to crash and go back, they want me to sin again
They want me to go spend fifty-twenty, might be ten again
I be staring to myself, what they want me to kill again?
