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Only One (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA) [Prod. By Big K.R.I.T.] Lyrics
| Song | Only One (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA) [Prod. By Big K.R.I.T.] |
| Artist | Big K.R.I.T. |
| Album | King Remembered In Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook] | |
| 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 V.I 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.. | |
| [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] | |
| 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 high to 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 | |
| Hook:1x | |
| [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] | |
| 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, T.G.O.D. 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 | |
| [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook x1] |
| Hook | |
| 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 V. I 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.. | |
| Verse 1: Big K. R. I. T. | |
| 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 high to 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 | |
| Hook: 1x | |
| Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa | |
| Chocolatechip 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, T. G. O. D. 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 | |
| Verse 3: Smoke DZA | |
| 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 | |
| Hook x1 |
| Hook | |
| 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 V. I 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.. | |
| Verse 1: Big K. R. I. T. | |
| 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 high to 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 | |
| Hook: 1x | |
| Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa | |
| Chocolatechip 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, T. G. O. D. 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 | |
| Verse 3: Smoke DZA | |
| 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 | |
| Hook x1 |
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