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the one - yungmanny lyrics

[chorus]
she scared to fall in love ’cause i’m the one with the b*tches
tell her call me, “that’s so raven”, i’m the one with the vision
really him, so i do whatever i want, no permission
when it’s slide time, you dyin’ ’cause i’m the one with the k!llers
the one with the frr*frr, the one with the pistols
the one with the fah*fah, the one with the missles
the one with thеm hittas who wake up lookin’ for issues
it’s gon’ be a lotta whitе tees, whole lotta tissues

[verse 1]
step team, but we don’t pop out at no pep rally
i’m tryna undertake a n*gga, i’m from death valley
my b*tch don’t like it when i’m jammin ’cause i’m less happy
i told her lemme paint her face, it’s gon’ be less acne
she ain’t let me hit the first day, she actin’ innocent
but then she f*cked on the second, what’s the difference?
i had to cut that n*gga off, he insignificant
like how you ain’t tryna get no money, but you poppin’ pills?
it’s a d*mn shame
you gotta be perfect if you want my last name
my n*ggas always goin’ left, they in the fast lane
you wanna know why i’m the g.o.a.t., how i turn good b*tches to hoes
it’s ’cause i’m runnin’ every play like it’s the last game
talk to me wrong, it might be your last day
this sh*t a marathon, f*ck who win the fast race
how the f*ck you got a beam and still got bad aim?
60 shots dropped off, kobe in his last game
a n*gga like me, i’ma just sit back, listen up and let a n*gga talk
’cause n*ggas think they so smart and be so off
sometimes you gotta let n*ggas be wrong or they’ll never learn
if i just give you money, you might be up, but you ain’t gon’ know how to earn
i ain’t your daddy, n*gga, get to work
[chorus]
she scared to fall in love ’cause i’m the one with the b*tches
tell her call me, “that’s so raven”, i’m the one with the vision
really him, so i do whatever i want, no permission
when it’s slide time, you dyin’ ’cause i’m the one with the k!llers
the one with the frr*frr, the one with the pistols
the one with the fah*fah, the one with the missles
the one with them hittas who wake up lookin’ for issues
it’s gon’ be a lotta white tees, whole lotta tissues

[verse 2]
whole lotta big bands, whole lotta guala
whote lotta sinners, whole lotta hoochimamas
whole lotta n*ggas with a whole lotta sticks
with a whole lotta bullets, who really never shot nothin’
i got a whole lotta steppers, so i can tell you not one
not too many real, but it’s a whole lotta hot ones
it’s a whole lotta fake goons, whole time cop sons
it’s a whole lotta, “f*ck you if you ain’t ’bout to cop nothin'”
stop hittin’ my phone
i learned to watch out for these b*tches ’cause one did me wrong
.50 cal kickback, pretty strong
i’m with my brother like he right, i know he really wrong
but f*ck that ’cause i know if they try it, he gon’ bust back
keep my brother from fallin’, b*tch, i’m a thumbtack
i know when i get the m’s, b*tches gon’ run back
if you ever thought i peaked, boy, you a dumbass
[chorus]
she scared to fall in love ’cause i’m the one with the b*tches (nah, for real ’cause, b*tch, i’m really him)
tell her call me, “that’s so raven”, i’m the one with the vision (the f*ck?)
really him, so i do whatever i want, no permission (f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
when it’s slide time, you dyin’ ’cause i’m the one with the k!llers (the f*ck wrong with you n*ggas?)
the one with the frr*frr, the one with the pistols
the one with the fah*fah, the one with the missles
the one with them hittas who wake up lookin’ for issues

- yungmanny lyrics

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