"On One" lyrics

Look, stop going through my cellphone (Please)
Bae trippin', I don't know what the hell wrong
Bae dippin', she on some shit
I got her Louis luggage packed for the longest trip
I'm like, "Girl, you ain't my baby mama (No), you ain't my girlfriend (No)"
All up in the club, niggas tryna fuck
Holdin' bottles up, get you caught up in that whirlwind
I text her like, "King, what you doing?"

I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one (Ooh)
I hate that I ever met you (Oh-oh), I hate that I ever met you (Oh)
Boy, when I drink with you, I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much (Yeah, yeah)
I hate that I ever met you

You can blame yourself (Yourself), for doing it to me (To me, yeah)
Damn, I hate you so much (Oh), got me feeling like Kelis
And yeah, there's so many girls, to my left and my right
If I get one more drink, I'ma switch to the other side

I'm in the club feeling nice. Oh-whoa. I'm on one, yeah (Ooh)
I hate that I ever met you. Oh-oh. I hate that I ever met you (Oh)
Boy, when I drink with you, I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much (Yeah, yeah)
I hate that I ever met you

In the club feelin' nice (Oh yeah)
She bet I roll the dice (Oh yeah)
She give me that wet-wet
I give her this pipe, ooh
I fly her out when I be out of town
Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud, yeah
She give me head on the highway
She say her favorite position is sideways, ooh
Found out she ain't the only girl
Sent me straight to the voicemail
I text her with a "Fuck you at?"
She hit back

I'm in the club feeling nice (Oh-whoa), I'm on one, yeah (Ooh)
I hate that I ever met you (Oh-oh), I hate that I ever met you (Oh)
Boy, when I drink with you, I'm on one
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much (I know, yeah, yeah)
(I hate that I ever met you)

You a dime piece, but I ain't no side piece
And who this other nigga? 'Cause I got my side piece
And I got my side chick, replacement killers
This baby sittin' Versace
You hate me, bitch, but wish you sittin' beside me
In the 'Gatti, feelin' like Irv when I swerve
Watch me murder the curb
Bet it murder your mind, she got words for you birds (I'm in the club)

I'm in the club feeling nice (Ay), I'm on one, yeah (I'm on one. Ooh)
I hate that I ever met you (Oh-oh), I hate that I ever met you (Oh)
Boy, when I drink with you, I'm on one (Yeah)
Damn it, boy, I hate you so much (Yeah, yeah)
(I hate that I ever met you)

I thought you loved me?
You was my baby, my fuckin' cinnamon apple, my rose
You was always there for me
And you wanna leave me for some fuckin' dumb-ass nigga?
For some dumb, nigga