One Day

Jermaine Coleman, Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Katorah Marrero

Real niggas gon' play they roles
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take your boy out one day

Uh, suckers starin' at me from a distance (oh)
Atlanta house spouse blow me kisses (mwah)
At the same club I left my ex-bitch
They takin' pictures of me and my necklace (ayy)
Rock-a-bye, baby, infrared laser
Rat-a-tat-tat now, R.I.P. hater
Pull up in that shit, all black, Darth Vader
Prada like ice cream, all different flavors
Need me a ride or die vibe, life saber
Brown skin but taste like a cherry Now and Later
Comin' through the spot too sharp, no razor
Leave the Benz parked on the sidewalk, major

I'm so used to dealin' with the losses (losses)
Focused on the win my only option (ooh-oh)
I promise won't sell my soul
Real niggas gon' play they role
I fell in love with this life I know
I pray to God for these nights I know
'Cause they might try to take your boy out one day
(Capo)

Uh, I had this butter Puerto Rican, used to love the freakin' (nasty)
I used to run around with the nine but the butt was peekin' (cover that up)
One that had them snow cones that had the cuddies tweakin' (dodgin' hoes)
I had this caramel sundae, only love the weekend (ooh)
I only call her when it's half past five when I'm fuckin' beastin (ah)
I got three words for this bitch, "Is you up or sleepin'?" (Bitch, you up)
We need that long dough, not that strawberry shortcake (uh-uh)
These niggas talk about drugs, them boys ain't never brought weight (not at all)
We racketeering charges, ain't no ordinary court case (chill)
Me, I'm just boolin', Audemarsy with the frost face (icy)
I'm way too sexy for this Drac' the banana clip on (haha)
You keep comin' out your face, get your banana split (grrah-grrah, baow)

Uh, I seen this little jawn, she was walkin' by (hello)
Pulled up in some foreign shit, caught her eye (skrrt)
She say, "You got a girl?" I do, but told her, "nah" (nah)
She said, "I like your drip," I said, "I call it fly" (hello)
I said, "I like 'em thick," she say, "I call it mine" (yes, ma)
I said if I had to call you, I would call you, "Fine" (call you fine)
I see my girl callin', um, no, decline (no)
All red foreign, mm, I call it wine
Ice cream, ice cream, mi no want no light ting
Just in case a nigga move left, I need the right ting
My bitch bitch pull up in that all black, on some night ting
Big Glock, boom-boom-boom, thunder, lightnin' (grrah)

Lobby Boyz

One Day

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