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The One lyrics

Performer Roney

The One song lyrics by Roney official

The One is a song in English

Call me the plug the one
Runnin with guns from young
Up in the slumbs with mom
Hitting the block for fun
Let it off yah i did it he done
Getting bread i was stacking a crumb
Take him down like he doin a lunge
Take him out like he going to lunch
Huh
hiita for free he kno im the one
They call police these niggas they dumb
step on a beat i eat it for lunch
And No in between ahead of the bunch
Yaya
And No in between ahead of the bunch
Yaya
I came out the streets ya right out the slums

Verse
Boy he a boss okay
Hit him from block aways
My Shooter got accolades
Dont get me mad today
Do a drill in a sante fe
The burner kicking like its amine
Make Weekends on a Saturday
On a staur yayayay
Call me the plug the one
Runnin with guns from young
Up in the slums with mom
Hitting the block for fun
Let it off yah i did it he done
Getting bread i was stacking a crumb
Take him down like he doin a lunge
Take him out like he going to lunch
Keep a stick like I'm playing the drum
50cal it's a hell of a gun
Bullet hit him like a puff of the blunt
Make him feel like he coughing a lung
28 was a hell of a jump
56 when i doubled it up
22's but it holding enough
Little bullets but it filling him up
100 bands that a lot of debt
Bro really get u gone for less
He wanted peace like martin L
I wanted smoke like Malcolm X
He been a snake and i can tell
Only a few can pass the test
He movin foul and all of dat
We take him out just call a Reef
Mario he eat a lot of shells
Bullets they coming from pakistan
I did a drill with all my friends
He a goon with without xanz
Niggaz they dont got a lot of sense
They do a hit then call a cab
Already did it wont do it again
Now i got money a lot of bandz
Now i got whips im on the road
I got addicted to pots of gold
I had to do it i sauced the flow
I cannot trust em so walk alone
Everyone thinking they alcapone
My city u need a 2tone
he had a name and they put it right on a tombstone

My hitta for free he kno im the one
They call police these niggas they dumb
step on a beat i eat it for lunch
And No in between ahead of the bunch
Yaya
And No in between ahead of the bunch
Yaya
I came out the streets ya right out the slums
Bullets like bees and dont get stung
It's leaving his body it stink like a skunk
Call me the plug the one
Runnin with guns from young
Up in the slumbs with mom
Hitting the block for fun
Let it off yah i did it he done
Getting bread i was stacking a crumb
Take him down like he doin a lunge
Take him out like he going to lunch

Keep a stick like I'm playing the drum
50cal it's a hell of a gun
Bullet hit him like a puff of the blunt
Make him feel like he coughing a lung (Yaya)
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: ERICA WRIGHT, RYAN MICHAEL SMITH, STEVIE WONDER, TREVOR SMITH
Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TuneCore Inc., Unison Rights S.L., Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing

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