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on one - yung pre lyrics

word on the streets is n*ggas can’t manage (can’t)
word from the street still b*tches can’t stand him (they can’t)
word from beneath is he been abandoned (he is)
catch me if you can, yung preskii doing damage
late*night f*cking on your check, yeah she yo mammy (yeah)
ducked off in them sheets n*gga all in them panties (facts)
if you’re not understanding, been elite in my standing (uh*huh)
spare the city from the three like pre chef cannon (don’t miss)
turned up in this b*tch i’ll be the last man standing (you know it)
fl!ck with the cameras, taking sips, talking spanish (fasho)
hola, ¿cómo estás? mamacita never famished (that’s right)
say she ain’t from here but she stay flying transatlantic (whoo!)
feeling like the man, man it ain’t go how i planned it (it ain’t)
no days off, gotta do this sh*t gigantic (i do)
the late*night way, you little n*gga y’all just samples (uh*uh)
okay, crime pays, the effect it spread like cancer (word?)
gotta take the road that we paved (yeah)
to hating n*gga throwing shade (yeah)
are you the sh*t, foreign paid (uh*huh)
never popped a bottle of champagne (we do)
prayed to god our time pays (we can)
to death to all my competitors, i could never change my ways (i won’t)
never do sh*t on the regular, still death jam vendetta (it is)
to a opp n*gga it’s all war, and get deaded up
‘cause if it’s up it gets stuck, n*ggas get wetted up (man)
y’all n*ggas playing but really don’t want no war with us (man)
y’all don’t want none (want none)
all my hittas gone ride with one (with one)
too turnt up in the party son (son)
n*ggas mad they can’t be like us
but i’m still tight with the same n*ggas
no aim if we bang n*ggas (yeah)
close up, f*ck range n*gga
know a couple n*ggas turn lame n*gga (uh*huh)
all smoke pop no triggers
gang gang got no hittas
when i hit the clutch n*gga no steering
b*tch i’m ready you should be fearing
monster, n*gga check my appearance (yeah)
flow uptight, he too serious (yeah)
wartime, pre get vicious (yeah)
f*ck n*gga looking suspicious (uh*huh)
i patty cake that cake, that means a n*gga stay flipping (i do)
like i got what you need but i ain’t cooking up in no kitchen
but i got a bro who done did it, asked him to it in real business
straddling to counting digits, to the end i’m mathmaticious
hold off the funds to get addition
gang time, know we be spinning
we ain’t serving out no suspicion (uh*uh)
f*ckboys still out here simping (uh*huh)

- yung pre lyrics

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