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She The 1
YN Jay
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Okay, like, I ain't even gon' lie, man
Like, I think you the one, baby girl
Like, but I don't know though, you know?
Like, I don't— Like, I gotta ask myself that
Before I— you know what I mean? Before we
Damn, she the one for sure
She the one for sure
She the one for sure, she the one for sure
She the one— ah
Ayy, she the one for sure
Baby, play some "Bump and Grind" while we fuckin' slow
I just got caught up cheatin' with another ho
Like, why you always just, like, catchin' me though?
Like, you actin' like you ain't did nothin'
Bitch, you know I— ah
Bitch, I know I cheated, why you act like you ain't did nothin'?
I ain't makin' babies, but I'm still cummin'
I'll make my nephews beat your ass, let the kids jump you
Bitch asked me, "Who the fuck is Fatty?" That's my real cousin
Shoutout big Mike, that's my lil' cousin
Got a small bitch, that's my lil' woman
That ain't dog shit, that's some lil' money
Left the trap house, but it's still jumpin'
Got a lil' money, but it's still somethin'
Got a natural bitch, she a real woman
Left my lil' cousin at the crib because he steal somethin'
I just hope he don't steal nothin'
I don't drink liquor, but I'm still buzzin'
I ain't goin' out, but I'm still clubbin'
Not my daddy friend, but I'm still clutchin'
Kick a bitch out, I be still puntin'
I be in the woods where it's real huntin'
Make a bitch blow like a real trumpet
I ain't McDonald's, but it's— ah, she still love it
I ain't McDonald's, but she still love it
Kick a bitch out, she was still clubbin'
I could hear the birds, it was real hummin'
You heard that, bro?
She the one for sure, but she my second ho (Yeah)
Okay, ayy, bro
She the one for sure, but she my second ho
I bought her so much gold, now her necklace swole
Won't even see a message, I won't text her phone
A hundred 'bows in, get my flexin' on
I'm stackin' all these chips, get my Tetris on
I met her after church, I be blessin' hoes
I'm prayin' for some money with my necklace on
This bitch drunk as hell, she gon' crash the boat
Put a Rollie on a animal, a flashy G.O.A.T.
I ain't no trick, I just give her what she ask me for
Fuck some clothes, I'ma let the morgue tag his toe
These niggas scared of money, fuck it, I'm the last of hope
Unky in the kitchen whippin' somethin' harder than AP Physics
Out the window Audemars Piguet and watch the AP glisten
High as hell tryna record, I'm on take three with it
Nothin' underneath the three-five, bitch, I'm eight feet hittin'
Up active off the Quavo, you be lazy sippin'
Fingers cramped loadin' up the drum, I put an eighty in it
Finna drop BR3, I hope JAY-Z listen
Boy, put your hands down, we some bullet throwers
Shit, you better buckle up, they flick us, I'm not pullin' over
Wartime, slidin' 'round the striker, that bitch full of soldiers
Alright, look
Spinnin' 'round in that Hellkitty, can you spell dizzy?
Velveeta for that cheese, we'll leave a shell with him
I think my phone tapped, why the hell my Zelle glitchy?
How the fuck is you a hundred, but ain't never felt fifty?
Quarter ticket hit my bank account, that's just today
Seven calls back to back like, "Shit, man, that's just the play"
No ARP, no Glock, just a K
Skippin' LA out in Cali this time, it's just the Bay
Spent twelve-fifty on just the Bape
Wanted a zip, no nuts, he got just the shake
Sick he caught a headshot, like, wasn't he just awake?
Blow the tail at STK
Tell the waiter, "Shit, just the steak"
Bro on level five with just the shank
Spent twelve blues on just the drank
Where I'm goin'? Just the bank, bitch
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, you know what the fuck goin' on