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letra de one n done - knaze

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
huh-huh, huh, yeah
walk—, walk in saks, lil’ b-tch, i cop it
two-tone stick, i keep that rocket
n-gga broke, he pocket-watchin’, yeah
b-tch, i jugg for the fun
sippin’ mud, this not tuss’ (yeah)
b-tch, i’m boolin’ in the trap
shout out booly, this b-tch slap, yeah
thirty in that mag’
lame-ass n-gga, he ain’t got no bag
yo-yo’ ho on it, say i’m rad
ye-yeah, jugg that boy, all bad, huh
[?], you can’t caught me lack
i’m on that gas, on jet lag, ya-yah (b-tch, yah)

[verse]
yo-yo’ ho said that i’m the one
ta-tap that boy, he ain’t got no gun
hit that jugg, that sh-t for fun
co-count up blue strips, not no ones
i got that pole then watch them run
a-a-arp, one and done
stealin’ swag, that boy my son
sip that red, that sh-t like blood
off—, off that pack, i’m blowing runtz
i sell the trap, ho, what you want?
in that trackhawk, sh-t get spun
go-got that bad ho, she wan’ f-ck
won’t cuff that ho, she get the f-ck—
co-count that bag, lil’ b-tch, i’m up (lil’ b-tch, i’m up) yeah
yeah, i’m like, “ho, like what you want?”
wit’ the bros like, ho, we touring
to-took his gang, he not a factor
he got jugged, he ain’t important (yeah)
b-tch, this double cup i’m pourin’ (yeah)
drac’ and sticks send him to [?]
my—, my slime shootin’ sh-t like ‘course
she ride, she get up like horse
when i go up, fan hoes gon’ try f-ck on me like, yeah, of course
keep them packs from south and north
srt, that b-tch go “roar,” yeah
i-in that whip, i’m floorin’, huh
off that x, i’m soarin’, yeah
wi-wit’ that drac’, i round up
won’t fight sh-t, then put yo’ gun up
he a ho, he somethin’ like gunna
wa-want yo’ stick back? n-gga, shut up (shut up)
(yeah)
huh, huh, yeah
try to slide, i wish he would
i keep racks, lil’ b-tch, i’m good
walk in this trap like, sh-t, i own it
i rock that sh-t, lil’ b-tch, i’m chrome
i’m wit’ gang, that’s why we loaded, yeah (yeah, yeah)
(yeah)
[chorus]
huh-huh, huh, yeah
walk—, walk in saks, lil’ b-tch, i cop it
two-tone stick, i keep that rocket
n-gga broke, he pocket-watchin’, yeah
b-tch, i jugg for the fun
sippin’ mud, this not tuss’ (yeah)
b-tch, i’m boolin’ in the trap
shout out booly, this b-tch slap, yeah
thirty in that mag’
lame-ass n-gga, he ain’t got no bag
yo-yo’ ho on it, say i’m rad
ye-yeah, jugg that boy, all bad, huh
[?], you can’t caught me lack
i’m on that gas, on jet lag, ya-yah (b-tch, on jet lag)

- knaze

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