Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – How Could I Lose Lyrics

How Could I Lose

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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"How Could I Lose." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:15 pm

Album: Roofless Records For Drop Tops: Disc 1

Track No: 06

What?
The price high and my girl is too
Fly around the world in a few (Yeah)
Top floor, come see the view (Hahahahahahahaha)
Tag on so you see that it's new
Smokin' and leavin' 'em clues (Yeah)
Spent twenty-five hundred on shoes (Damn)
We bosses, we make the rules (What?)
Clear bong, she cleanin' 'em too (For real)
Got lungs, you smokin' with me, you gon' lose (Uh)
Bought me another house, I felt like I needed some room
She mix the weed with the shrooms (Goddamn)
She doin' sound bowls and trackin' the moon (Yeah)
Forty-five minutes away, she'll be here soon (Come on, man)
I roll the weed, hit it too
See the influence when we in the room
Leavin' it open, like who need a roof?
She drive a four-door 'cause I needed the coupe
Hoppin' out, everything new
They study all of our moves
Hard to stay out of the loop
They say we run the game, we probably do
So many wins
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah, yeah)
How could I lose? (Eastside, woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Yeah, huh)
Ran in, snatch that, to the pad where I stashed at (Where I stashed at)
Run the same play right back, they ain't think we'll stomp 'em out like that, huh (Yeah, stomp 'em out like that)
Fuck 'em, though, like we ain't the **** who that started this shit, pardon me, bitch
Online catalog, orderin' shit, some of my **** was born to be rich (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
None of my **** is waitin' on shit, fuck around and we takin' your shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm the one that throw Daytons on shit, baseline switch, sixty-eight on the bumper switch (Yeah, yeah, skrrt)
Hit all summer, H1 Hummer, big time, number one
I'm a dolo-stuntin' convoy, go ten more comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All in the line, I'm in the bank (Yeah)
You on the bench, I'm on your bitch mind, you on that bullshit
I'm sittin' courtside (Sittin' courtside)
****, I brought mine (****, I brought mine)
And I only roll mine (And I only roll mine)
And I only smoke mine (****, I only smoke mine)
She drive a four-door 'cause I needed the coupe
Hoppin' out, everything new
They study all of our moves
Hard to stay out of the loop
They say we run the game, we probably do
So many wins
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose? (Woah, woah)
How could I lose?

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Shante Franklin.

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