Fredo, Mostack - I'm the One lyrics

[Fredo, Mostack - I'm the One lyrics]

I'm the one they hate
I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay
I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout
One women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out
See me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna
Tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay
I ain't worried 'bout you

I'm the one that's marga, two man Gaza
Free my brother, fuckin' farmer
Five-O roll up, six man ran off
Seven man get jealous
They get ate like jollof
Star nine let off, ten man dead off
Still got gyal that I can't get rid of
Still got gyal that I can't get head off
Still got gyal that I can't spend bread on

Gyal, gyal, they calling me hubby
Yard gyal love to come play with a buddy
This is a Rolex, I paid with it money
The first one I had I did take from a dummy
Blatantly cruddy, makin' the money
Cake in my tummy, raised in a hurry
Girl, I don't even know where you come from
I just hope that it's somewhere in London

I'm the one they hate
I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay
I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout
One women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out
See me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna
Tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay
I ain't worried 'bout you

I'm the one that's wrecky, wrecky
Bare gyal get tekky, tekky
One wap like Fetty, Fetty
Man get popped like they see confetti
Really from the block don't you see graffiti
Penthouse top you can see the city
This could be us but I know she ain't money
She can't get me I'm too bouj' and bossy
I say no to the hottest hotty
What's the stress for? Mixed race gyal
Black and white like a chess board
I'm thinking ahead more
Gave my old girl a pipe, now I'm exhaust
Yo, these guys don't want pies
That's what Z for
Riding with guns, my timin' is
NutsPretty girl told me
"It's that time of the month"
So I turn my car 'round and
Went right to my drum
'Cause I ain't got time for no hugs
Yo, I talk with the money
You talk with your mouth
You talk with your jewelry
I talk with my house
What you talkin' about? I ball in and out
Got the album of the year
Give a fuck if you doubt
'Cause man break rules, man move loose
Fuck around with who? You get taped like Zeus
What's the stress for?
LV bag looking like a chessboard
More money, less talk

I'm the one they hate
I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay
I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout
One women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out
See me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna
Tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay
I ain't worried 'bout you

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