The One lyrics

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Aye, I hate a n*gga that be talking when he shouldn’t
Tell that n*gga radio, Cuba Gooding
Took his chain and his gun, good looking
I did everything they said I couldn’t
Okay, I’m finna f*ck the world with this hot sh*t
I don’t check my b*tch phone, that’s that cop sh*t
Okay, you might be a little on, but you not this
This that heat off the stove like some hot grits
Bop bop n*gga, drop top in the winter
I’m a real hot n*gga, big chop in the sprinter
Parking lot with them killers
Getting top from a bop, selling rocks to her pops
b*tch I’m all about the guap
I’m like how can I not keep going, keep flowing
Dog, I’m off this E rolling, I don’t show no emotion
High as f*ck I keep smoking, bad b*tch she deep throating
I’m the sh*t and she know it
Feel like I’m out of my mind so I gotta keep smoking
Hit the game with some water, I’m like deep up in this ocean
Don't wanna be like my father, so I gotta keep focused
No disrespect to my n*gga, I know that he know
That i’m the one, not two b*tch go dumb
Sc*m, you not me n*gga ur a bum i’m the one
Not two, b*tch go dumb Sc*m, you can’t be me ur a bum
You a bum, hoes just wanna have fun, where yo tongue
Straight up out the slums, n*gga I ain’t scared of nun
Two b*tches takin turns wimme n*gga i’m the one
Taught you everything you know lil n*gga you my son
Pick him up he not breathin, f*cked a b*tch now i’m leavin
This b*tch tryna take my semen, catch his ass we gon beat him
Big foreigns yeah i’m speedin double cups at my meetin
My b*tch always think i’m cheatin, take my soul she a demon
Lotta hoes plenty out, I’ll put like 20 out, I’ll pull my bentley out
Ballin hard bust clan, n*gga we ain’t sittin out