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lirik lagu only one – big k.r.i.t.

you thought you were the only one balling
you thought you were the only one slow at that
you thought you were the only one pimping
in the vi with the broads and their -ss out
you thought you were the only one, no, player
you thought you were the only one, no, player

now i apply pressure, yes sir, gold on my dresser
effortlessly perfecting this pimping to the neck up
and with it i could wrestle any pro into a pretzel
figure four, she figure more d-ck might destroy her vessel
for most none the lesser, it’s high, judge my work
’cause the last time i tripped over p-ssy was probably at my birth
and the last time i didn’t pop my trunk was probably at my church
but as soon as i left the parking lot i maxed it out till it bursts
wood reign my wheel, princess cut my grill
b-tterfly in my state, tripping out, on chill
do it how i feel ’cause doing what you love won’t hurt you
plus they all say they could never understand the complexity of my story
or the dynamics of a drunker, or the inner workings of a squirter
it’s like chemistry with this codeine, to pour a cup when purple
three more times it’s a charm, bad b-tch on my arm
come and go as i please, whole world in my palm

chocolate chip cookies on my tray, true stoner
i get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day
a real boss up in the game, don’t have to pay to play
we burning down, come smoke a pound, i’m just a flight away
earn the right to say i’m rich off what i write today
and stick it to my g’s like a microwave
broke n-gg-s, they don’t like us, they don’t wanna fight
shut out the mask ’cause you can never ride the wave with me, i got the t-tle
oj kush in my joint, boo, all my n-gg-s on point
rider rapping that gang, tgo become joint
you n-gg-s do a show there and get no love
i sell 100, 000 tickets when i show up
they say the game done changed, what that mean you need to change, too
and stop with all that f-cking hating ’cause that’s what motherf-cker lames do

i’m the only n-gg- getting money, got it down to a science
big n-gg-, bank teller, think i play for the giants
death fresh walk by and get a moment of silence
don’t be mad because we living, dog, be mad at the mayans
ride and decide in live maine or pecking
who said hustlers can’t be king?
wrists got crowns on them, bad hoes as bees sting
mister slide the first day, instant upgrade
thompson my jacket, black label my denims
very rare my kicks these petty cash i’m spending
with the rich folks ’bout to blend in, got an obsession for this game, ‘lemon
gangster, hustler, sh-t, i lead it, keep these n-gg-s heated
i don’t do reservations, i walk in and get seated
best believe it, these harlem kids the meanest,
trippy stick and at the table smelling smoke, but they don’t see it, n-gg-

- big k r i t

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