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letra de one thing - wizz havinn & lil double 0

[intro: wizz havinn]
(ddot cold as a motherf-cker, on god)
f-ck
huh
n-gga, uh, n-gga
super, super wizz
uh, uh

[chorus: wizz havinn]
one thing i know, lil’ bruh, remember what i told ya (‘member what i told ya)
that dope ain’t gon’ be hittin’ on sh-t, that’s too much bakin’ soda (that’s too much bakin’ soda)
my n-ggas strapped like the army, but they ain’t no d-mn soldier (they ain’t no d-mn soldier)
my lil’ hitters ready to jump out the corolla and close your folder (rrr)
big molly rocks on my arm, these b-tches look like baby boulders (baby boulders)
put a cuban around my arm and then my pockets got a lil’ swoler (got a lil’ swoler)
mindframe a lil’ different, a young n-gga just gettin’ older (just gettin’ older)
i ain’t playin’ games no more, b-tch, i done broke the remote controller (f-ck)

[verse 1: wizz havinn]
f-ck ’round and bust out a chinchilla in the winter when it get colder (yeah)
these f-ck n-ggas ’round here still trippin’, i swear they done got bolder (what the f-ck?)
we posted up at a jugg house, they smokin’, that’s why i got an odor (real sh-t)
don’t act like this sh-t shockin’, f-ck n-gga, i swear i told ya (on god)

[interlude: wizz havinn]
told you n-ggas i—
dumb-ass n-gga
told you n-ggas i was finna go up (i ain’t just wizz no more, man)
what, y’all thought that sh-t was a game? (this sh-t super)
heard me? (super)
super, super, super
[verse 2: wizz havinn]
they thought the trap was dead, well, b-tch, we brang it back (brang it back)
doin’ all that yappin’ like you up, n-gga, that’s your brother sack (n-gga)
ain’t no rap cap or no trap cap, i really flipped bubba packs (n-gga, uh)
you be comin’ ’round on that weird sh-t and i ain’t with none of that (get the f-ck from ’round, n-gga)
you real tender about that lil’ b-tch, you can have that runner back (give her back right now)
give my lil’ n-gga a whole thing, you know he bring it back (yeah)
on god, i was too deep in the streets, i thought i would never rap (swear to god, n-gga)
n-ggas died ’cause they ain’t on beat, that’s why i never lack (brrr)

[chorus: wizz havinn]
one thing i know, lil’ bruh, remember what i told ya (n-gga)
that dope ain’t gon’ be hittin’ on sh-t, that’s too much bakin’ soda (n-gga, uh)
my n-ggas strapped like the army, but they ain’t no d-mn soldier (uh-uh)
my lil’ hitters ready to jump out the corolla and close your folder
big molly rocks on my arm, these b-tches look like baby boulders (boulder)
put a cuban around my arm and then my pockets got a lil’ swoler (my sh-t rose)
mindframe a lil’ different, a young n-gga just gettin’ older (yeah)
i ain’t playin’ games no more, b-tch, i done broke the remote controller (n-gga, uh)

[verse 3: lil double 0]
uh, one thing i know, lil’ bruh
if he get the fire, he a soldier for war
try me like offseason
chrome heart fiend, the raw got ’em fiendin’ for more
plenty pie, can get a ghost
pourin’ up codeine, i’m toast
n-ggas playin’ them games, lil’ slime come through and walk down, get ’em over
i don’t remember her name, just number
every b-tch i hit, make a runner, n-gga
we can get it cheaper, he don’t waste a number
if you get rich off bricks, put your arm up
now you got switch on you, ride with that run-up
up with the fire ’til you die, get touched
today, go plain, but tomorrow, go bust
i might trap in a range rover, bulletproof truck
ayy, this molly beat like boulders
fiends pass out dope like ebola
he headshot him ’cause he wasn’t focused
knock his head straight off his shoulders
one thing i know, lil’ bruh
if he get the fire, he gon’ blow it for war, just spray
walk a n-gga down with the pole
walk a n-gga down, we gon’ hop out, man down, ayy, n-gga
[outro: wizz havinn]
playin’ games with you n-ggas’ ass no more, man
press the gas, man
super pressin’, man
full-court pressin’, no half-court pressin’
yeah, mmm
f-ck

- wizz havinn lil double 0

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