Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA - Only One lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Smoke DZA - Only One lyrics]
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
Now I apply pressure, yessuh
Gold on my dresser
Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to
The neck up and with it, I can dress up
Any pro into a pretzel
Figure 'fore she figure more dick
Might destroy her vessel
Mo'-mo'-most not the lesser
It's how I judge my worth
Cuz the last time I tripped ova
Pussy was probably at my birth
And the last time I didn't pop my
Trunk was probably at my church
But as soon as I left the parking lot
I maxed it out till it burst
Wood grain in my wheel
Princess cut in my grill
Butter fly my steak
Shrimp and lobster on chill
Do it how I feel
Cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
Plus an L7 could never understand
The complexity of my circle
Or the dynamics of a twerker
Or the inner workings of a squirter
Its like chemistry with this codeine
Two parts cup one purple
3 more time that's charm
Bad bitch on my arm come and go as I please
Whole world in my palm
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
Chocolate chip cookies on my tray
True stoner I get high just as sure as the
Sun come up to light up the day
A real boss up in the game
Don’t have to pay to play
We burnin’ down come smoke a pound
I’m just a flight away
I earned the right to say I’m
Rich off what I write today
And stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave
Broke niggas they don’t like us
They don’t wanna fight
Shout out to Max cuz you could never ride
The wave but me I got the title
OG kush in my joint, Ooo
All my niggas on point, Ooo
Ride around reppin’ that gang, TGOD come join
You niggas do a show there
And don’t get no love
I sell a hundred thousand tickets
When I show up
They say the game done changed
Well that mean, you need to change too
And stop with all that fuckin’ hatin
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin’ lames do
Rightt
You ain't the only nigga gettin’ money
Got it down to a science
Big nigga, bank teller
Think I play for the Giants dead fresh
Walk by and get a moment of silence
Don’t be mad because we livin’ dog
Be mad at the Mayans
Riding deciding live maine or peeking
Who said hustlers can’t be king
Wrists got crowns on 'em bad
Hoes is beasting mista
Slide the first day, instant upgrade
Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
Very rare my kicks
This petty cash that I’m spendin’
With the rich folks bout to blend in
Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon
Gangsta, hustla, shit I bleed it
Keep these niggas heated
I don’t do reservations I walk
In and get seated
Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest
Trippy stickin’ at the table smell the
Smoke but they don’t see it
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
Now I apply pressure, yessuh
Gold on my dresser
Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to
The neck up and with it, I can dress up
Any pro into a pretzel
Figure 'fore she figure more dick
Might destroy her vessel
Mo'-mo'-most not the lesser
It's how I judge my worth
Cuz the last time I tripped ova
Pussy was probably at my birth
And the last time I didn't pop my
Trunk was probably at my church
But as soon as I left the parking lot
I maxed it out till it burst
Wood grain in my wheel
Princess cut in my grill
Butter fly my steak
Shrimp and lobster on chill
Do it how I feel
Cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
Plus an L7 could never understand
The complexity of my circle
Or the dynamics of a twerker
Or the inner workings of a squirter
Its like chemistry with this codeine
Two parts cup one purple
3 more time that's charm
Bad bitch on my arm come and go as I please
Whole world in my palm
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
Chocolate chip cookies on my tray
True stoner I get high just as sure as the
Sun come up to light up the day
A real boss up in the game
Don’t have to pay to play
We burnin’ down come smoke a pound
I’m just a flight away
I earned the right to say I’m
Rich off what I write today
And stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave
Broke niggas they don’t like us
They don’t wanna fight
Shout out to Max cuz you could never ride
The wave but me I got the title
OG kush in my joint, Ooo
All my niggas on point, Ooo
Ride around reppin’ that gang, TGOD come join
You niggas do a show there
And don’t get no love
I sell a hundred thousand tickets
When I show up
They say the game done changed
Well that mean, you need to change too
And stop with all that fuckin’ hatin
Cuz that’s what motherfuckin’ lames do
Rightt
You ain't the only nigga gettin’ money
Got it down to a science
Big nigga, bank teller
Think I play for the Giants dead fresh
Walk by and get a moment of silence
Don’t be mad because we livin’ dog
Be mad at the Mayans
Riding deciding live maine or peeking
Who said hustlers can’t be king
Wrists got crowns on 'em bad
Hoes is beasting mista
Slide the first day, instant upgrade
Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims
Very rare my kicks
This petty cash that I’m spendin’
With the rich folks bout to blend in
Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon
Gangsta, hustla, shit I bleed it
Keep these niggas heated
I don’t do reservations I walk
In and get seated
Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest
Trippy stickin’ at the table smell the
Smoke but they don’t see it
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa