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on one! - notxxxayne lyrics

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[intro]
ah, f*ck, f*ckin’ b*tch
ugh

[chorus]
ayy, yo, talk on my name, know he on one
pull up, brand new car ’cause i brought one, b*tch
and i’m f*ckin’ on my b*tch in a condo
then i dip up out her life like a john doe, b*tch
got a bankroll, b*tch, i got a lot, though
n*ggas beatin’ on my d*ck like a bongo, b*tch
got the drums in the back like a congo
can’t keep a convo, dip pr*nto, b*tch

[post*chorus]
that n*gga better run from the gunsound
heard the n*gga blanket not with the f*ck ’round
have a n*gga body like a window, shutdown
heard shawty like a block bust, n*gga, run down, b*tch
gas like a baby sh*t one pound
whole block gettin’ popped, there was one found
hoppin’ on my d*ck with the li’l f*ck mouth
you a li’l f*cktoy, better make it cum now, b*tch

[verse 1]
i’ve calmed down since thе last album
’cause i got a little cash and i found some brеad in the x spot
yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout my n*gga malcolm
spike lee gave a n*gga head like i’m falco
that’s not me in the back door, creepin’ out the window
when i hit it from the f*ckin’ back, ho
got a little bread when i get a n*gga dead with my slime
and i’m cardiac blue with my slatts, ho, look
any tone i own, the shade double the price
with the rims on the side, i doubled it on a bike
i can’t really f*ck a b*tch ’cause you wanna pick a fight
when i get that b*tch gone, edison, i’m talkin’ light—
work hard in the d*mn sun
i might have to pop a n*gga with my d*mn gun
i’ma get a n*gga blown like a samsung
sl*t li’l b*tch, give a f*ck ’bout your pants, bruh
[chorus]
ayy, yo, talk on my name, know he on one
pull up, brand new car ’cause i brought one, b*tch
and i’m f*ckin’ on my b*tch in a condo
then i dip up out her life like a john doe, b*tch
got a bankroll, b*tch, i got a lot, though
n*ggas beatin’ on my d*ck like a bongo, b*tch
got the drums in the back like a congo
can’t keep a convo, dip pr*nto, b*tch

[post*chorus]
that n*gga better run from the gunsound
heard the n*gga blanket not with the f*ck ’round
have a n*gga body like a window, shutdown
heard shawty like a block bust, n*gga, run down, b*tch
gas like a baby sh*t one pound
whole block gettin’ popped, there was one found
hoppin’ on my d*ck with that li’l f*ck mouth
you a li’l f*cktoy, better make it cum now, b*tch

[verse 2]
i’m the only n*gga that can really do this
cut a n*gga off like the hair up on my pubic
f*ckin every b*tch that bumpin’ to my music
kick her out the spot like the juice wrld shoes
n*gga said he like the blues, told him, “find a li’l clue, b*tch”
talkin’ ’bout her throat, n*gga, show me what it do, b*tch
quit throwin’ yo’ p*ssy for a n*gga, you get used b*tch
you the only one on my do li—

- notxxxayne lyrics

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