CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I’m The One
(This one ride right here, Ant)
Oh, I'm finna tweak that b*t*h
Ooh, ayy
What the f**k you n***as talking 'bout, n***a?
f**k you talking 'bout, n***a? I got plenty things, aight, aight
b*t*h, you'd think I was the motherf**kin' cemetery with all these bodies, ho, f**k you talking 'bout?
Oh yeah
b*t*h, I created this here music while these n***as lay down
b*t*h, it's lay down or get down
n***as knock your face down
That n***a was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down
Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds
That n***a was yelling for his life, that n***a ain't make a sound
Ain't lil' b*t*h gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down
I'm young and rich and I did this sh*t, that's why they envy me
Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see
I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be
Already raised them last, lil' n***as hollerin' they want beef with me (Aight)
That n***a talking all that sh*t, I brought them choppers out
b*t*h, I had ran up in his sh*t, left him dead in his mama house
I had to bust that n***a brain, you know what this sh*t about
I had to reunite with a dead soul like, "What you talking about?"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
'Cause when I come, b*t*h, I ain't playing games
That boy was speaking on my brother, he died behind the name
You must not heard, you speak on my brother, you get stepped on
Oh, you think you safe when you at home? Don't get crept on
You sent your pin to that ho, you think she comin' alone
You think you finna f**k this b*t*h, I'm on the other end of that phone (Alright, watch the clique)
When we creepin' on his block, no, we don't see the opps
Them n***as ain't nowhere to be found, them n***as in the house
Post on that b*t*h like that's our sh*t, put them boys on timeout
Convicted felon in this b*t*h, but I got that iron out
I don't give a f**k 'bout what they sayin', I made that boy pick up his mans
You better be careful 'bout what you sayin' 'fore I clear it out, f**k you sayin'?
b*t*h, you know I been the man, hop out that car and get to sprayin'
b*t*h, you know I feel like Boosie, set it off (The f**k you talking 'bout?)
That n***a was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down
Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds
That n***a was yelling for his life, that n***a ain't make a sound
Ain't lil' b*t*h gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down
I'm young and rich and I did this sh*t, that's why they envy me
Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see
I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be
Already raised them last, lil' n***as hollerin' they want beef with me
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Come here, bang)
Ayy, it's just gon' take one more time
Oh, I'm finna tweak that b*t*h
Ooh, ayy
What the f**k you n***as talking 'bout, n***a?
f**k you talking 'bout, n***a? I got plenty things, aight, aight
b*t*h, you'd think I was the motherf**kin' cemetery with all these bodies, ho, f**k you talking 'bout?
Oh yeah
b*t*h, I created this here music while these n***as lay down
b*t*h, it's lay down or get down
n***as knock your face down
That n***a was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down
Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds
That n***a was yelling for his life, that n***a ain't make a sound
Ain't lil' b*t*h gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down
I'm young and rich and I did this sh*t, that's why they envy me
Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see
I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be
Already raised them last, lil' n***as hollerin' they want beef with me (Aight)
That n***a talking all that sh*t, I brought them choppers out
b*t*h, I had ran up in his sh*t, left him dead in his mama house
I had to bust that n***a brain, you know what this sh*t about
I had to reunite with a dead soul like, "What you talking about?"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
'Cause when I come, b*t*h, I ain't playing games
That boy was speaking on my brother, he died behind the name
You must not heard, you speak on my brother, you get stepped on
Oh, you think you safe when you at home? Don't get crept on
You sent your pin to that ho, you think she comin' alone
You think you finna f**k this b*t*h, I'm on the other end of that phone (Alright, watch the clique)
When we creepin' on his block, no, we don't see the opps
Them n***as ain't nowhere to be found, them n***as in the house
Post on that b*t*h like that's our sh*t, put them boys on timeout
Convicted felon in this b*t*h, but I got that iron out
I don't give a f**k 'bout what they sayin', I made that boy pick up his mans
You better be careful 'bout what you sayin' 'fore I clear it out, f**k you sayin'?
b*t*h, you know I been the man, hop out that car and get to sprayin'
b*t*h, you know I feel like Boosie, set it off (The f**k you talking 'bout?)
That n***a was posted on the block, I'm the one that knocked him down
Hopped out like Tony Montana, I sent a hundred rounds
That n***a was yelling for his life, that n***a ain't make a sound
Ain't lil' b*t*h gon' run from me, be the one to run 'em down
I'm young and rich and I did this sh*t, that's why they envy me
Shots fired, dead on the block, I'ma give 'em what they wanna see
I told Rasheed that I'm like that, I'm the one they wanna be
Already raised them last, lil' n***as hollerin' they want beef with me
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh"
Don Dada coming down the street, they like, "Oh, oh, oh" (Come here, bang)
Ayy, it's just gon' take one more time
