"The One" lyrics
(feat. Nemz, Seiji Oda & lil ricefield)
[Nemz:]
Hey! (Hmm)
You ain't gotta watch me, watch your bitch, dawg (Watch your bitch, dawg)
Sucka shit I don't condone that, bitch don't throw me off (No)
Feel like a boss, poppin' bottles of Don Perignon (Brr)
She say she cool off me 'cause way too nonchalant (Hahah)
She not used to upper echelon, that's my fault
Stop playin' with me, girl for real, knock it off (Knock it off)
Yeah, yeah, a hundred lights in the city
Drop the top with baby, sorry I'm busy don't call me (Don't call me)
I don't know why they tryna play with the boy, I ain't Carti (Stop playin' with me)
Bet you I could still knock the bitch in the beater (Tryna beat her)
Tryna give advice when I'm doin' better, sound like a preacher
[Nef The Pharaoh:]
I get so many Kirk Franklin's, CeCe Winans (It's true!)
You shoulda took your panties off, I beat it out the linin'
Eighty six degrees in here, we done upped the climate
She said, "Let me be your sinner, you can get behind it"
My lil playa partna, call me when yo' nigga leave (Here ye, here ye)
A real mack, I got more feet than a centipede (Rrrr)
Edward Scissorhands, I cut ties with bad energy (Ouwee)
Know this game was meant for us, we get ten a key
I'm with seiji and lil' Rice, we the sushi shop (Hiyaah)
Off wit' his head, smoked yo' mans, he a doobie top (Off with his head)
F.T.B., free the bitch, you got the cooter locked (Free the bitch!)
I done did so many home runs, I gotta Uber [?] (Rrrr)
[seiji oda:]
Mm mm, mm, aah, chh, yeah
I've been on one, ay, ay, chh, yeah
I've been on one, or maybe two, I'm doubled up
Your chips featherweight, you couldn't even Ruffle us
In the streets, no Sesame, you fuckin' Snuffleupagus
Churn the butter, the real thing brother (Thing)
You covered in Can't Believe It's Not Butter (It's not)
Sesame oil seeds and the chili is chili bean (Phhhrr)
Got water on me, but I'm hotter than steam
Yadadamean, yadaholler, I'm the shit, not the fodder (Ha ha)
We poppin' now, I got 'em pressed like collar (Ah ha ha)
Heem on me, I'm not drinkin' lager
Stackin' up Lincoln logs, bitch whatchu thought it was (The fu-)
Me and Black Moses, went to Sinaloa (Loa)
Slappin' Guns n' Roses, eating barbacoa (A barbacoa)
She never seen, a sav' in Cortez (Me!)
Probably why she givin' me, cerebral cortex (Mmm, mmm)
I got green like Tortex, why she wanna pick me (Okay)
Baby, tryna slow down, but she movin' quickly (Oh yes)
I got cheese, focaccia, and oregano (And oregano)
That's big G's in my wallet, if you didn't know (If you didn't know)
[lil ricefield:]
Got some gouda with the blues, that shit gas
Candy paint whip, make a splash and hit the gas
Steady talkin' 'bout some shit you ain't did, go touch grass
Walkin' with a lawnmower, I might shave your mustache
Japanese drip, that unpronounced shit, I must have
We with the Navy SEALs, bitch, so don't risk it, tuck that
This Tha Carter boy mix, you better know it bump, slap
That shit you dropped was not it, need to take it the fuck back
I'm up in class learnin' words that you ain't never heard (You ain't never heard)
Up in the ice, wearin' fur, and smokin' on my nerves (On my nerves)
I love my baby, touch her and you gon' hit the curb
'Cause I ain't finna be the one to see my family cursed (See my family cursed)
[seiji oda:]
Mm mm, mm, aah, chh, yeah
I've been on one, ay, ay, chh, yeah
I've been on one, or maybe two, I'm doubled up
Your chips featherweight, you couldn't even Ruffle us
In the streets, no Sesame, you fuckin' Snuffleupagus
Hey! (Hmm)
You ain't gotta watch me, watch your bitch, dawg (Watch your bitch, dawg)
Sucka shit I don't condone that, bitch don't throw me off (No)
Feel like a boss, poppin' bottles of Don Perignon (Brr)
She say she cool off me 'cause way too nonchalant (Hahah)
She not used to upper echelon, that's my fault
Stop playin' with me, girl for real, knock it off (Knock it off)
Yeah, yeah, a hundred lights in the city
Drop the top with baby, sorry I'm busy don't call me (Don't call me)
I don't know why they tryna play with the boy, I ain't Carti (Stop playin' with me)
Bet you I could still knock the bitch in the beater (Tryna beat her)
Tryna give advice when I'm doin' better, sound like a preacher
[Nef The Pharaoh:]
I get so many Kirk Franklin's, CeCe Winans (It's true!)
You shoulda took your panties off, I beat it out the linin'
Eighty six degrees in here, we done upped the climate
She said, "Let me be your sinner, you can get behind it"
My lil playa partna, call me when yo' nigga leave (Here ye, here ye)
A real mack, I got more feet than a centipede (Rrrr)
Edward Scissorhands, I cut ties with bad energy (Ouwee)
Know this game was meant for us, we get ten a key
I'm with seiji and lil' Rice, we the sushi shop (Hiyaah)
Off wit' his head, smoked yo' mans, he a doobie top (Off with his head)
F.T.B., free the bitch, you got the cooter locked (Free the bitch!)
I done did so many home runs, I gotta Uber [?] (Rrrr)
[seiji oda:]
Mm mm, mm, aah, chh, yeah
I've been on one, ay, ay, chh, yeah
I've been on one, or maybe two, I'm doubled up
Your chips featherweight, you couldn't even Ruffle us
In the streets, no Sesame, you fuckin' Snuffleupagus
Churn the butter, the real thing brother (Thing)
You covered in Can't Believe It's Not Butter (It's not)
Sesame oil seeds and the chili is chili bean (Phhhrr)
Got water on me, but I'm hotter than steam
Yadadamean, yadaholler, I'm the shit, not the fodder (Ha ha)
We poppin' now, I got 'em pressed like collar (Ah ha ha)
Heem on me, I'm not drinkin' lager
Stackin' up Lincoln logs, bitch whatchu thought it was (The fu-)
Me and Black Moses, went to Sinaloa (Loa)
Slappin' Guns n' Roses, eating barbacoa (A barbacoa)
She never seen, a sav' in Cortez (Me!)
Probably why she givin' me, cerebral cortex (Mmm, mmm)
I got green like Tortex, why she wanna pick me (Okay)
Baby, tryna slow down, but she movin' quickly (Oh yes)
I got cheese, focaccia, and oregano (And oregano)
That's big G's in my wallet, if you didn't know (If you didn't know)
[lil ricefield:]
Got some gouda with the blues, that shit gas
Candy paint whip, make a splash and hit the gas
Steady talkin' 'bout some shit you ain't did, go touch grass
Walkin' with a lawnmower, I might shave your mustache
Japanese drip, that unpronounced shit, I must have
We with the Navy SEALs, bitch, so don't risk it, tuck that
This Tha Carter boy mix, you better know it bump, slap
That shit you dropped was not it, need to take it the fuck back
I'm up in class learnin' words that you ain't never heard (You ain't never heard)
Up in the ice, wearin' fur, and smokin' on my nerves (On my nerves)
I love my baby, touch her and you gon' hit the curb
'Cause I ain't finna be the one to see my family cursed (See my family cursed)
[seiji oda:]
Mm mm, mm, aah, chh, yeah
I've been on one, ay, ay, chh, yeah
I've been on one, or maybe two, I'm doubled up
Your chips featherweight, you couldn't even Ruffle us
In the streets, no Sesame, you fuckin' Snuffleupagus
