Ty Dolla $ign, The Game, King Marie - On One lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ty Dolla $ign, The Game, King Marie - On One lyrics]
Look stop going through my cellphone
(Please) , bae trippin'
I don't know what the hell wrong
Bae dippin' she on some shit
I got her Louis luggage packed
For the longest trip
I'm like girl, you ain't my baby mama
(no) , you ain't my girlfriend (no)
All up in the club, niggas tryna fuck
Holdin' bottles up
Get you caught up in that whorlwhind
I text her like "King what you doing?"
I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one
(I hate that I ever met you
I hate that I ever met you)
Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one
Damn it boy I hate you so much
(I hate that I ever me you)
You can blame yourself, for doing it to me
Damn I hate you so much
Got me feeling like Kelis
Yeah, there's so many girls
To my left and my right
If I get one more drink
I'mma switch to the other side
In the club feelin' nice
She bet I roll the dice
She give me that wet wet
I give her this pipe ooh
I fly her out when I be out of town
Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud
Yeah
She give me head on the highway
She say her favourite position is sideways
Found out she ain't the only girl
Sent me staright to the voicemail
I text her with a "fuck you at?"
She hit me with
I know
You a dime piece, but I ain't no side piece
And who this other nigga? Cause
I got my side piece
And I got my side chick, replacement killers
This baby sittin' Versace
You hate me bitch
But wish you sittin' beside me
In the 'Gatti
Feelin' like Irv when I swerve
Watch me murder the curb
Bet it murder your mind
She got words for you birds
I thought you loved me?! You was my
Baby! My fuckin' cinnamon apple! My rose!
You was always there for me!
And you wanna leave me
For some fuckin' dumb ass nigga?!
For some dumb nigga!
(Please) , bae trippin'
I don't know what the hell wrong
Bae dippin' she on some shit
I got her Louis luggage packed
For the longest trip
I'm like girl, you ain't my baby mama
(no) , you ain't my girlfriend (no)
All up in the club, niggas tryna fuck
Holdin' bottles up
Get you caught up in that whorlwhind
I text her like "King what you doing?"
I'm in the club feeling nice, I'm on one
(I hate that I ever met you
I hate that I ever met you)
Boy when I drink with you, I'm on one
Damn it boy I hate you so much
(I hate that I ever me you)
You can blame yourself, for doing it to me
Damn I hate you so much
Got me feeling like Kelis
Yeah, there's so many girls
To my left and my right
If I get one more drink
I'mma switch to the other side
In the club feelin' nice
She bet I roll the dice
She give me that wet wet
I give her this pipe ooh
I fly her out when I be out of town
Fuck her in the room with the speakers loud
Yeah
She give me head on the highway
She say her favourite position is sideways
Found out she ain't the only girl
Sent me staright to the voicemail
I text her with a "fuck you at?"
She hit me with
I know
You a dime piece, but I ain't no side piece
And who this other nigga? Cause
I got my side piece
And I got my side chick, replacement killers
This baby sittin' Versace
You hate me bitch
But wish you sittin' beside me
In the 'Gatti
Feelin' like Irv when I swerve
Watch me murder the curb
Bet it murder your mind
She got words for you birds
I thought you loved me?! You was my
Baby! My fuckin' cinnamon apple! My rose!
You was always there for me!
And you wanna leave me
For some fuckin' dumb ass nigga?!
For some dumb nigga!