Kenny Allstar - The One (feat. Potter Payper) lyrics

Yo, Kenny what you saying?
Voice of the streets meets
Voice of the streets fi dem

Get nanny at house in due time
Gyal say I think I'm too nice
Who me? Who I? Two man up in a ride
Took a fed chase at blue light
Diamonds flash like blue lights
Chucked in the grub like food fight
Done years in jail but it flew by
My dargs on a run in Dubai
I rise up the ting and buck eye (Boom, baow)
If I see my man, it's na-night
I don't squeeze on a ting with one eye (Nah)
Put four on you, let it pour on you
Used to do ten toes or four on two
Don't do drills, it's more on tunes
I said don't do drills, it's more on tunes
Come outside, you don't want a scene
Touch me, block get quarantined


Got a white gyal from Coventry
Said she wanna tag a quarter key
Said she could do it in record time
And I said "It's sweet that
You thought of me" (Ah, shit)
I said "It's sweet that you thought of me"
I was with Young Rigz in Thornton Heath
Mash so many works, I don't talk on beats
She wanna dance with the CBT's
Got Natty with me, got S with me
Came with the whistle like referee
G check where? You can't question me
Woi, G check where? You can't question me

Who's that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Who's that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one
Slumdog Millionaire, that one

Who's that grey don? You know the one
I'll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don't want none
G, I don't owe you, you just got bumped
My young G splashed him, man went cunch
Free LV, man, he's on some stuff
Free Young Iz, man, he's on some stuff
Guns get buss, case get buss
When I come home, see my teeth get buff
No more and pussyole gloves
Anymore talk, I'm puttin' on gloves
Me and this wap like-
I was sittin' outside man's baby mums
Havin' evil thoughts, some evil ones
Like, shit

Who's that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one
Who's that grey don? You know the one
I'll kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Training Day on repeat, that one, yo

Free FX, that's bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the fuck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit's gonna send me loco
And all these rappers is hoes, woah
(Wait, shit) all these rappers is hoes, woah
Free FX, that's bro bro
Training Day 3, no promo
Italian, all of my clothes, woah
Who the fuck killed Bobby Lupo?
Shit's gonna send me loco
And most these rappers is hoes, woah (Shit)

And they wanna draw me out (Why?)
Try test my gangster (How?)
White boy with the raps (Real)
Judge said it was a cocaine wrapper
And I just got the block two big macs (Real)
And I want ice in my Fanta
My girl always thinks I'm cheating (Shh)
'Cause, I'm in the car with slappers (Brrt)
Online, seen some mappers
We don't even talk on bashers
And you know I don't rock with snitches
(Nah) i guess I'm just too old-fashioned
I used to shoplift in Lidls
I used to shoplift in Asdas
Now it's all Hattons, Harrods
And my life's still snakes and ladders
(Mazza) cah I can't even trust my shadow
I'll be the first to admit I'm paro
Cah one minute, everyting ari
Then the next minute, everyting eerie
Now you gotta miss your loved ones dearly
That's when you can see it all so clearly
As a man, it only makes you stronger
Makes you hungry, makes a monster
If I weren't rapping, I'll be jacking
Or I'll be trapping
Save my number, cook this cocaine with amonia
I don't use no baking soda
Where I'm from, these kids are sick though
Cheff and trip you over
Cheff you down, this ain't Nickolodeon
I'm in the trap, two bricks of opium, yo

Who's that grey don? You know the one
Kick that door in my Air Force 1s
Pagans see me, they don't want none
Slumdog Millionaire, that one
Training Day on repeat, that one shit
Who's that grey don? You know the one die
That's it, boom finito voice of the streets
Kenny Allstar, my brudda gang way
Training Day 3 or die