The One lyrics

by

T.I.


[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch I can body your clique
They must be stupid 'cause I been that b*tch
b*tch I'm so flossy, you know I'm lit
Look at my shoes and my neck and my wrist
They told me be humble, I'm like for what
I done been down, lil b*tch I'm up
sh*t on a hater, that's what I do

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
b*tch I'm the boss, lil b*tch I'm up
Cut my n*gga off and I don't give a f*ck
Get you a job, you broke and you trippin'
You just a groupie with a lot of pictures
Diss me and bro, b*tch why you goofy?
You be di*k ridin', ho who you think you fooling?
f*ck your lil feature and f*ck your lil label
f*ck your lil bag and f*ck your lil paper
f*ck your comparison, b*tch you be hating
And f*ck my lil cousin, said I wouldn't make it
f*ck your lil rhymes, f*ck your lil homie
Who you say better, b*tch you gotta show me
f*ck my ex n*gga, f*ck his new b*tch
If she talk too crazy get hit in her sh*t
f*ck your lil party, f*ck your promoter
Pistol in Louis so f*ck your lil holster
f*ck your lil rapper, f*ck who on top
Don't want your weed so f*ck your lil blunt
f*ck your lil whip, f*ck your lil clique
Holes in your Gucci so f*ck your lil fit
f*ck your lil partner, f*ck your big homie
b*tch I get cheese, f*ck your bologna
f*ck what you sayin', b*tch why you talkin'?
Don't play with Tok, b*tch this ain't a Sony
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm the one, numero uno
b*tch I'm a dog, ho call me Cujo
Over the driver if we in the two door
Ho this the league, b*tch you just JuCo
Out in the hood, I go where I please
Let her n*gga top me, he all on his knees
f*ck what you sayin' and f*ck your respect
Pop at his top, f*ck his lil vest
f*ck your lil gang, f*ck your lil clique
Gun at your house, f*ck your lil ring
f*ck who your favorite, f*ck who she with
Bought a ski red, dump all in your sh*t
pus*y too good, f*ck your lil di*k
Break up a home, f*ck your lil b*tch
Ain't got my paper then f*ck your event
I be like get 'em and my n*ggas get
Reach for my chain, f*ck your lil life
Plus I like b*tches, might f*ck your lil wife
b*tch I'm the boss, b*tch I'm the man
Speak on my name and get left where you stand
Heard he got popped, just what he get
All that di*k riding, you just like a b*tch
Free my lil n*gga, f*ck his lil cell
f*ck his lil partner if that n*gga tell
[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch I can body your clique
They must be stupid 'cause I been that b*tch
b*tch I'm so flossy, you know I'm lit
Look at my shoes and my neck and my wrist
They told me be humble, I'm like for what
I done been down, lil b*tch I'm up
sh*t on a hater, that's what I do

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b*tch I'm the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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