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One of One (feat. YNG Powder) Video (MV)




Performed By: Ayers Graye
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Bailey Young, Saeed Esparza




Ayers Graye - One of One (feat. YNG Powder) Lyrics
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She tell me that she love me, she don't know better
Follow in my path guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name on the header
Look around the block making sure that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but i guess I can't stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes one of one
I stopped at revive and I spent like a grand
Making all this music got a band in my hand
Only smoking pressure never smoking lesser
If I pop another rubber band I bet that she'll dance
I'm looking out for snakes but there's none in my section
Even when I'm bumming it still look like I be flexing
If you wanna beef, Imma make you learn your lesson
Loud mouth boy when we see him he be sweating
I feel like everyone around against me
It's obvious she only using me for the Fendi
Your mans in a Chrysler you thought it was a Bentley
When you found out he tried to lie in a frenzy
I only like the commas, never with a dot
I treat him like my opps running up getting dropped
You wanna be apart but you flopped you get cropped
Never looking at the total I don't care, what I bought
She tell me that she love me, she don't know better,
Follow in my path, guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name, on the header
Look around the block, making sure, that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but I guess I can't, stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes, one of one
Pop out at the party, lungs don't work I got Cardi
Bitches on my dick, and they both look like Babrie I'm sorry
Broke boy, flexing Maserati
We are idols even my homie look like he's Ghandi, yeah
I don't give a f*ck bitch nah
F*ck on my bro then he gon pass her off watchu got
Pussy boy standing on my block wide shoulders f*cked up face
Cause his heads kinda hot, yeah
He don't wanna listen
Loud mouth boy, now he won't stop his bitching
Can't stop talking yellow teeth is what he missing
Talking 'bout these bitches, but his girls what I'm hitting
I'd hold your tounge
Cash out these bands that I brung
All of Seeyousoon's 'bout to see what I've done
Disrespect the clique, then we'd like to see him run
Bitch boy, talking shit I'll shut him up, one of one
She tell me that she love me, she don't know better
Follow in my path guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name on the header
Look around the block making sure that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but I guess I can't stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes one of one
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She tell me that she love me, she don't know better
Follow in my path guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name on the header
Look around the block making sure that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but i guess I can't stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes one of one
I stopped at revive and I spent like a grand
Making all this music got a band in my hand
Only smoking pressure never smoking lesser
If I pop another rubber band I bet that she'll dance
I'm looking out for snakes but there's none in my section
Even when I'm bumming it still look like I be flexing
If you wanna beef, Imma make you learn your lesson
Loud mouth boy when we see him he be sweating
I feel like everyone around against me
It's obvious she only using me for the Fendi
Your mans in a Chrysler you thought it was a Bentley
When you found out he tried to lie in a frenzy
I only like the commas, never with a dot
I treat him like my opps running up getting dropped
You wanna be apart but you flopped you get cropped
Never looking at the total I don't care, what I bought
She tell me that she love me, she don't know better,
Follow in my path, guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name, on the header
Look around the block, making sure, that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but I guess I can't, stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes, one of one
Pop out at the party, lungs don't work I got Cardi
Bitches on my dick, and they both look like Babrie I'm sorry
Broke boy, flexing Maserati
We are idols even my homie look like he's Ghandi, yeah
I don't give a f*ck bitch nah
F*ck on my bro then he gon pass her off watchu got
Pussy boy standing on my block wide shoulders f*cked up face
Cause his heads kinda hot, yeah
He don't wanna listen
Loud mouth boy, now he won't stop his bitching
Can't stop talking yellow teeth is what he missing
Talking 'bout these bitches, but his girls what I'm hitting
I'd hold your tounge
Cash out these bands that I brung
All of Seeyousoon's 'bout to see what I've done
Disrespect the clique, then we'd like to see him run
Bitch boy, talking shit I'll shut him up, one of one
She tell me that she love me, she don't know better
Follow in my path guess I'm better cause she wetter
She don't want me to let go just popped me a Percocet hoping I feel better
Write my name on the header
Look around the block making sure that I locked it
She only f*cking with it for the bezels in the watch
I thought I was done, but I guess I can't stop it
I'm making commission off these hoes one of one
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Writer: Bailey Young, Saeed Esparza
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