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tokyo jetz - the one lyrics

[pre-chorus]
b-tch i can body your clique
they must be stupid ’cause i been that b-tch
b-tch i’m so flossy, you know i’m lit
look at my shoes and my neck and my wrist
they told me be humble, i’m like for what
i done been down, lil b-tch i’m up
sh-t on a hater, that’s what i do

[chorus]
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
b-tch i’m the boss, lil b-tch i’m up
cut my n-gg- off and i don’t give a f-ck
get you a job, you broke and you trippin’
you just a groupie with a lot of pictures
diss me and bro, b-tch why you goofy?
you be d-ck ridin’, ho who you think you fooling?
f-ck your lil feature and f-ck your lil label
f-ck your lil bag and f-ck your lil paper
f-ck your comparison, b-tch you be hating
and f-ck my lil cousin, said i wouldn’t make it
f-ck your lil rhymes, f-ck your lil homie
who you say better, b-tch you gotta show me
f-ck my ex n-gg-, f-ck his new b-tch
if she talk too crazy get hit in her sh-t
f-ck your lil party, f-ck your promoter
pistol in louis so f-ck your lil holster
f-ck your lil rapper, f-ck who on top
don’t want your weed so f-ck your lil blunt
f-ck your lil whip, f-ck your lil clique
holes in your gucci so f-ck your lil fit
f-ck your lil partner, f-ck your big homie
b-tch i get cheese, f-ck your bologna
f-ck what you sayin’, b-tch why you talkin’?
don’t play with tok, b-tch this ain’t a sony

[chorus]
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)
b-tch i’m the one (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
b-tch i’m the one, numero uno
b-tch i’m a dog, ho call me cujo
over the driver if we in the two door
ho this the league, b-tch you just juco
out in the hood, i go where i please
let her n-gg- top me, he all on his knees
f-ck what you sayin’ and f-ck your respect
pop at his top, f-ck his lil vest
f-ck your lil gang, f-ck your lil clique
gun at your house, f-ck your lil ring
f-ck who your favorite, f-ck who she with
bought a ski red, dump all in your sh-t
p-ssy too good, f-ck your lil d-ck
break up a home, f-ck your lil b-tch
ain’t got my paper then f-ck your event
i be like get ’em and my n-gg-s get
reach for my chain, f-ck your lil life
plus i like b-tches, might f-ck your lil wife
b-tch i’m the boss, b-tch i’m the man
speak on my name and get left where you stand
heard he got popped, just what he get
all that d-ck riding, you just like a b-tch
free my lil n-gg-, f-ck his lil cell
f-ck his lil partner if that n-gg- tell

- tokyo jetz lyrics

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