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Paroles de la chanson The One par Roney lyrics officiel

The One est une chanson en Anglais

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)
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: 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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