One Two lyrics

Im on one you two, off a couple drinks a couple blunts too. its like a hundred of us only one room. if she got friends f*ck it tell em come thru .pop a bottle in a pent house stuntin like its my sh*t but really this my friends house. f*ck whoever digged out headed to the money,road to riches b*tch im en route. i did it myself f*ck if you feeling me im feeling myself. i been on my own di*k , dont listen to the radio i keep bumpin my own sh*t. the money call then im hanging up the phone quick. Dont overthink it like a BLT. can i give ya TLC?

Rip the left dot , from the east coast but heres something for the west side. if you can do with it baby lets ride all about the ass give a f*ck about the breast size. i see you tryna flex guy but im not impressed guy. where im from you come stunting like you something Cuz you just fly them bullets i let fly. i ain't with the balance ,id rather hear the music i dont wanna hear a silence. to say the money talk and actions speak louder then them words i guess i finally gots to get a silence. i swear i be stuntin on yall n*ggas i should drop an album called parental guidance. Writing on a rooftop , you look like a postcard ,oh god with my whole squad going so hard. Prolly on a yatch lookin out for the coast guard. okay i exaggerated ,when you do it like this you know you gotta make it. ain't no need to say it, b*tch i be the greatest c*cky when im drunk you can see im faded. can't blame it on the juice you tell me you love me my reply is i appreciate it. its like a hundred of us only one room but if she got friend f*ck it tell em come through



Im on one you two, off a couple drinks a couple blunts too. its like a hundred of us only one room. if she got friends f*ck it tell em come thru


I wanted some of her she wanted some of me, if she wanna get the D she gotta hit the D. ima be a young pimp till im 53, if you wanna hit the lot you gotta hit the team. drink up then link up, i dont f*ck with pus*y n*ggas b*tch im in my zone. kick a n*gga down the steps thats just how he roll. if your eyes ain't on money what the f*ck you on. James brown with alotta soul leprechaun with the wrist im whipping up a pot of gold. i wanted some of her she wanted some of me, she gotta take a jet to the 313 i dont f*ck with losing n*ggas yea i hate yall. Came in a n*gga crib then i laughed like Ray Charles. Ar's pistol pumps. Finna put carots on my grill, if i need a check check the mail thats a hunch. money in the bank and the bag thats an extra lunch


Im on one you two, off a couple drinks a couple blunts too. its like a hundred of us only one room. if she got friends f*ck it tell em come thru.im on one you two, off a couple drinks a couple blunts too. its like a hundred of us only one room. if she got friends f*ck it tell em come thru

Tell em come through