Winners & Losers ft. Zach Kyle Lyrics

We the winners and losers

Ain't nobody gon' hold you

Yeah, the serum of truth hurts

Ain't nobody gon' hold you

Get a little bit stupid

Ain't nobody gon' hold you

Listen to the music

Let my voice control you

Listen to the student

Get treated like a toy, yeah

The teacher finna start teasing

Now she looking all coy, yeah

My main bitch looking like Janet

My side bitch look like La Toya

I could've sworn they was sisters

But now they getting much closer

We the winners and losers

Ain't nobody gon' hold you

Get a little bit stupid

'Boutta lose all control, yeah

Estoy tan arriba en las nubes

Ya'll down there watching the thrown, yeah

Apaguen todas las luces

We 'bout to lose all control, yeah

Icky, icky now

She get icky, icky now

We get freaky on the couch

She get freaky when she wanna get

Icky, icky now

She get icky, icky now

We get freaky on the couch

She get freaky when she wanna get

Tear that shit apart

That's my achy brakey heart

I could never go too far

'Till I've given you what you deserve

Break me, break me down

Chew me up and spit me out

I could never figure out

How you're winning and I'm the loser

Tear that shit apart

That's my achy brakey heart

I could never go too far

'Till I've given you what you deserve

Break me, break me down

Chew me up and spit me out

I could never figure out

How you're winning and I'm the loser

Automatic

So dramatic

It's the greatest to ever do it

Niggas so fanatic

Woo

Instagram it

Fifth gear

Nigga, slam it

How I pray all day I feel Islamic

Show ends and the bitches panic

Ooh

I've been really on the move

I've been looking for you

Calm me down, turn me up

Ooh

I remember them eleven years

You was always, like, my favorite vibe

FaceTiming over all your tears

You was always steady on my mind

I was little used to shop at Sears

Now a nigga wearing Number (N)ine

I was longing for a different line

She belonging to a different kind

She belong to the streets

Streets

But I stay long in the streets

Streets

Shorty text me the deets

Expose me to your freak

I could love you all day

I could love you all week

Let me show you what I mean

Baby can we make this a routine?

Can we keep it so clean?

Can we keep it OG?

I'm about to OD

I'm about to OD

You been the whole week

Withdrawals hitting real different

You was gone off the molly

I was off my prescription

The night became a exhibition

Was so gone that they kicked us

This love hitting real different

These drugs hitting real different

Tear that shit apart

That's my achy brakey heart

I could never go too far

'Till I've given you what you deserve

Break me, break me down

Chew me up and spit me out

I could never figure out

How you're winning and I'm the loser

Tear that shit apart

That's my achy brakey heart

I could never go too far

'Till I've given you what you deserve

Break me, break me down

Chew me up and spit me out

I could never figure out

How you're winning and I'm the loser