Bright Campa - The One lyrics

Beaming through the driveway yeah!
Give her the D and she smiling
(Whoa) with the gang
Making bangers  (woo) grab on it, rub it (yeah)
Go ahead, go ahead girl and bite it (damn)
Golden chain so bright God is on a lookout
(so grateful)
So cold
I caught the flu wrapped around me
As if it was glue
(uh)
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now
No that isn't my girl
(uh) I was on a trip with the groupies
(uh uh uh) Hopped me on when
I got on top of them

Everyone be quiet
(shh) gotta keep the windows closed
Who is knocking at my door?
Better hope that's the pope
Who is calling my phone? Gotta
Keep everyone on ease
Can't stress out on this weed
(no) I don't flee, guns up in the air!
Crimes disappear

The boys in blue, that's always their clue
Hiding from the truth
Especially when they pay for fake news
Cause when they do
We are always making moves
Free all the innocents
They didn't you wrong
I'm tired of the racism, hands up in the air
Pray that this shit is gonna end
Only the lord knows when
Remember when Obama came to Office
Changed history for good
Now we got Trump
Good to know we smart enough he is a chump

Beaming through the driveway yeah!
Give her the D and she smiling
(Whoa) with the gang
Making bangers
(woo) grab on it, rub it (yeah)
Go ahead, go ahead girl and bite it (damn)
Golden chain so bright God is on a lookout
(so grateful)
So cold
I caught the flu wrapped around me
As if it was glue
(uh)