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ONE TIME (feat. Lil Yachty, Draft Day, Camo!, Dc2trill, Veeze)
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Bitch
Bitch
Stupid
Look
If it's worth somethin', I'll pay for it
I'll slay for it, baby, yeah, take for it
Fuckin' up a sack, real Quade boys
Fuckin' up my rims, fuck it, pay for it
Told the ex it's gettin' wild, yeah, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
I T-S-U-S, I'm finna go break the bank for it
All they askin' what it cost, dawg, you can't afford it
I be tweakin', she get wet, she gon' wait for me
Wait for it, wait for it
All this gold up on my neck, it's that sunshine
Heard my mans said on the app, "Fuck it one time"
Yeah, one time, one time
Fuck it one time, fuck it one time
Told her bring that pussy back, that shit fun-size
I T-U-S on the map, make her come now
Everything big (What?)
Everything chrome (Yeah)
I don't wear Rick's (Yeah)
I don't really wanna fuck with your mouth on me
What's that sittin' up on your wrist? It's a house on it
It's a house on it (What?)
It's a house on it (What?)
Turn the lights off, pound sign, fresh nigga (Yeah)
Hit your cousin, bitch, your next bitch a ex too (Yeah)
Flew my UK bitch, she gangster, rockin' tech suits (Hoo, hoo)
Tech suits (Hoo, hoo)
Tech suits (Hoo, hoo)
Many Kellys (Hoo, hoo)
Bad and boujee (Hoo, hoo)
What y'all doin'? Put my wrist up, it's ice time (Yeah, what?)
Broken back on a bitch, kill the python (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (RPS)
Yeah, come through like a lean spill
These niggas better clean they act up (Yeah)
Turn 'em into food like a school lunch get packed up
Sippin' purple stuff, my whole clique purple bags up (Yeah, yeah)
You a millionaire but drive a Honda, doesn't add up
He's a lil' boy to me, I fuck 'round and beat his dad up
I don't wanna do no friendly bettin', put some cash up
I pop the blue chew, fuck the bitch and got my cash cut (Yeah, yeah)
Go online to broke loser niggas you attached to
I'm over in my own lane, that's probably why I passed you
Real solid nigga, what I look like? A bitch, dawg
We fall out, I'll never go on internet and bash you (Solid nigga)
You ain't playin', P, I give a fuck 'bout your last dude
Calm down, bitch, you answerin'
Questions I ain't ask you (What the fuck?)
I done did so much for all my niggas, lot of gratitude
Who else you know hop out the truck and
Bitches hold they bags? (Yeah, facts)
'Bout to time to get high, let's change the altitude
I'ma unblock this bitch and change her attitude
Add a K with the mad face, you ain't got this, do it
The best batch I had made, I put my sock into it
I put my toes in it
Anytime you see one pop, it got some fours in it
I go pop, bang, bang, it got his soul lifted
Twenty-two baby bottles, we ain't got no cheer
All my haters in my family claim they proud of me
I'm what I'm 'posed to be
Hittin' this bitch in the mansion while her toddler sleep
Chromacopia on my jeans, I should give Tyler these
Workin' man general, they really fond of me, ah
Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, what the fuck is a mattress?
You ain't get no chicken, nigga, stop cappin'
Nigga seen Nigerian, he stopped rappin'
Man already in concert, I'm fuckin' her right after
Smashin' on my ex bitch, I still ain't let my past go
Find out niggas fake, cut it off just like it's wrestling
Go look at your finances, you should be embarrassed
I'm on the table with a fine bitch, she ain't never had no pimple
I never had my heart broke, I been a piece of preschool
I'm burnt out havin' car sex with Maybach like a living room
We who they look up to, just don't forget who taught you
She gon' put a Tesla on her tongue, y'all ain't rich as us
I don't even want no Chevy, all my pink slips gon' be foreign cars
Need to take y'all jewelry back, that shit give me a eyesore
I might buy that back, yeah, I'm livin' like a rockstar
How you gon' be the lean man and all your fuckin' lean gone?
Tryna get wifed to take me back, she found out I been cheatin' on her
I can't even be low-key, my neck got too many VVS on it
Niggas worse than bitches, probably sell they self for content
We just poured a twenty ounce, you add it up, it's five grand
You the type of nigga leave the tag on some purple pants
Sippin', got me out of shape but my bitch take Pilates class
She gon' love me anyway, I showed her all my red flags
I'm fucked, nigga
And that can't be cured, but
Man, it's like
Different colors on the chain, lookin' like some fuckin' Skittles, huh
Hate these niggas pussyboy, keep talkin' in riddles, huh
Bad bitch, big titties but the nipples little, huh
Salt might kill slugs, but I'm pimpin', huh
One pill blue, one red, stay trippin', pockets crippin'
I ain't never went back and forth about no bitches, check my Pimpin'
Codeine sippin', call the doctor Austin Powers, huh
Gold member, fat bastard, baby, I'm a master, huh
Get up in my belly when she tell me to go Casper, huh
You can't pay me to switch up on the guys
So what you askin' for? (Don't be)
Niggas lost they ID tryna be the next man, shit gettin' out of hand
Anything we touch, the stock boost, heavy on high demand
How you say you havin' hoes your main thing like Juwanna Mann?
How you cuff a thotty without them bodies? She just want a man
Crushed up molly inside the bag, it look like beach sand
FN clip big as a tree trunk, not not a grown man
Straight off the hip, I'm ready to rip, we got them loads in
Better not slip, go catch a grip 'cause this a cold rain (Pussy)
Yeah, man
U.S
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