The One (Explicit) Lyrics
The One (Explicit) - Yo Gotti
Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Darius Henry/Clemens Gabrysch
Dee you poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Yeah yeah
She the one
Yeah yeah
She the one oh yeah
Yeah look
I gave my ***** a lil' Am
Ex and told her to lay back and bought
Her a Patek too
I'm not comin' home I'm gettin' to the money
Bae so don't give me no attitude yeah
I might not be holdin' your hand but givin'
You bands I'm nothin' like your last dude she the one
It's Louboutin heels or Christian Dior of course
If I buy her tennis shoes
Can I look you dead in your eye when we sexin'
Sexin' 'cause I'm really into you
Yeah you give me butterflies in my stomach you
Do like we still in middle school
And you give me nervous vibes when I'm missin' you
Girl I'm a gangster and you got me kissin' you
First time it was some **** I'd never do
She the one
Bought her a Wagon ain't into braggin'
She want a bag she know she gettin' it
She know I ain't arguin' I'm talkin' 'bout regardless
So all that naggin' I ain't with it
I'm in the streets I gotta get it
She lookin' sexy I gotta feel it
She all on the 'Gram I'm likin' her pictures
Better unfollow all them niggas
I'm in the limelight she in the limelight whatever
Head on the turnpike head
At the red light wherever
She say it's on sight I say
It's on sight even better
I get the money we **** it off together
Welcome to Memphis come check out my neighborhood
Come to the trap and see how we really do it yup
First hundred thousand first ten million
We blew that **** fast yeah nigga
We runnin' through it
Make a wish I'll be your genie I am
Peerin' out a Lamborghini one
Saint Lucia no bikini
Baby **** me like you mean it she the one
Baby **** me like you dreamin'
If you wanna roleplay I'm the wise guy I am
I heard all good girls have fantasies of
******* on a bad guy the one
Can I watch you count five million in your lingerie
**** a rose this a Rolls-Royce yeah
Every day like Valentine's Day for real
Know my house like a getaway yeah
Playin' with you on the interstate
Hit the mall blow a hundred K
Go to Paris for a dinner date
Start a business I'ma be the bank
Do it all never say you can't
Bedroom tryna make you faint
Real pressure what the **** you think
She the one
The one
Yeah nigga she the one
The one
Dee you poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga
Poppin' your **** nigga