The One lyrics
by YungManny
[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the b*tches
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with thеm hittas who wake up lookin' for issues
It's gon' be a lotta whitе tees, whole lotta tissues
[Verse 1]
Step team, but we don't pop out at no Pep Rally
I'm tryna undertake a n*gga, I'm from Death Valley
My b*tch don't like it when I'm jammin 'cause I'm less happy
I told her lemme paint her face, it's gon' be less acne
She ain't let me hit the first day, she actin' innocent
But then she f*cked on the second, what's the difference?
I had to cut that n*gga off, he insignificant
Like how you ain't tryna get no money, but you poppin' pills?
It's a damn shame
You gotta be perfect if you want my last name
My n*ggas always goin' left, they in the fast lane
You wanna know why I'm the G.O.A.T., how I turn good b*tches to hoes
It's 'cause I'm runnin' every play like it's the last game
Talk to me wrong, it might be your last day
This sh*t a marathon, f*ck who win the fast race
How the f*ck you got a beam and still got bad aim?
60 shots dropped off, Kobe in his last game
A n*gga like me, I'ma just sit back, listen up and let a n*gga talk
'Cause n*ggas think they so smart and be so off
Sometimes you gotta let n*ggas be wrong or they'll never learn
If I just give you money, you might be up, but you ain't gon' know how to earn
I ain't your daddy, n*gga, get to work
[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the b*tches
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with them hittas who wake up lookin' for issues
It's gon' be a lotta white tees, whole lotta tissues
[Verse 2]
Whole lotta big bands, whole lotta guala
Whote lotta sinners, whole lotta hoochimamas
Whole lotta n*ggas with a whole lotta sticks
With a whole lotta bullets, who really never shot nothin'
I got a whole lotta steppers, so I can tell you not one
Not too many real, but it's a whole lotta hot ones
It's a whole lotta fake goons, whole time cop sons
It's a whole lotta, "f*ck you if you ain't 'bout to cop nothin'"
Stop hittin' my phone
I learned to watch out for these b*tches 'cause one did me wrong
.50 Cal kickback, pretty strong
I'm with my brother like he right, I know he really wrong
But f*ck that 'cause I know if they try it, he gon' bust back
Keep my brother from fallin', b*tch, I'm a thumbtack
I know when I get the M's, b*tches gon' run back
If you ever thought I peaked, boy, you a dumbass
[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the b*tches (Nah, for real 'cause, b*tch, I'm really him)
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision (The f*ck?)
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission (f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers (The f*ck wrong with you n*ggas?)
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with them hittas who wake up lookin' for issues