This One
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
All black, panties up, shoulder rubbing against the law
Ski masks, fold it up, fold it down when we pullin' up
We goin' through the plan, we goin' in and we be out
If they finna make it difficult, I'm finna take 'em out
Loaded, then when I kick in the door
Take the drugs and kidnap they hoe
Ain't a ransom, we sell that bitch
Unless she finna be down with the clique
Unless she really wanna flip on the clique
She gotta have street smarts, gotta have wit
Gotta have money, gon' catch me a whip
Gotta be down to hit up that daylit
Bad bitches go through
Put 'em together with all the thing they do
And I be tying my hair up and fighting the
They actin' all hard, but they some faggots
Ain't got no money, but where was the bag?
You ain't got no thing, ain't real
His bitch ain't got no sex appeal
Bad bitches love paper, her lip swat got strangled
Her love gettin' nigga's later, so I especially love my haters
Bad bitches love paper, her lip swat got strangled
Her love gettin' nigga's later, so I especially love my haters
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
All black, panties up, shoulder rubbing against the law
Ski masks, fold it up, fold it down when we pullin' up
We goin' through the plan, we goin' in and we be out
If they finna make it difficult, I'm finna take 'em out
Loaded, then when I kick in the door
Take the drugs and kidnap they hoe
Ain't a ransom, we sell that bitch
Unless she finna be down with the clique
Unless she really wanna flip on the clique
She gotta have street smarts, gotta have wit
Gotta have money, gon' catch me a whip
Gotta be down to hit up that daylit
Bad bitches go through
Put 'em together with all the thing they do
And I be tying my hair up and fighting the
They actin' all hard, but they some faggots
Ain't got no money, but where was the bag?
You ain't got no thing, ain't real
His bitch ain't got no sex appeal
Bad bitches love paper, her lip swat got strangled
Her love gettin' nigga's later, so I especially love my haters
Bad bitches love paper, her lip swat got strangled
Her love gettin' nigga's later, so I especially love my haters
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
This one for you, this one for you, nigga
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
Credits
Writer(s): Cola La Flare
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