One Day

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One day I got up, kissed my bitch, and I got cash
She said, what's my type, pretty face and a nice ass
When I'm feeling stressed, hit my blunt, then go to the moon
I'm a simple boy, I like a car that go vroom, vroom

Off the 42, I be happy, I be filled with glee
She said, I broke her heart, I said, sorry, I said, silly me
Woke up the next day, go to class, and I pass my test
Then I hit the gym, check my pump, and I start to flex
Once I'm done with homework, go on snap, and I text my hoes
W-Y-D, wanna slide, is it yes or no?
When the weekend comes, I get drunk, and then Casa throws
So many damn bad bitches, gotta get one for bro

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day, uh

One day I got up, kissed my bitch, and I got cash
She said, what's my type, pretty face and a nice ass
When I'm feeling stressed, hit my blunt, then go to the moon
I'm a simple boy, I like a car that go vroom, vroom

I was feeling ill on the couch, watching NBA
Said she was pre-health, on track to be a CNA
With the way she looking at me right, right now, she wants DNA
But I pass her to my bro like D-Wade did to LBJ
Sometimes I feel sad, I feel guilt, I feel bad
I had just, fuck his bitch, he didn't know, we shook hands
I was reaching in my pocket, and I dropped a couple bands
Bro had asked me how I got all this money in my hand
I said, you'll get it too

One day, one day, one day, one day, one day, uh

One day I got up, kissed my bitch, and I got cash
She said, what's my type, pretty face and a nice ass
When I'm feeling stressed, hit my blunt, then go to the moon
I'm a simple boy, I like a car that go vroom, vroom

You thought you was the last one out
You thought
Yeah, fucking Manny he posted on his story
He said, first one in, last one out
I know you ain't out here



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Uzoma
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