1of1

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1of1

Hardrock · 1of1 · 2023 · 2:04

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(Vanguard) Uh-huh-huh-huh Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm I look at myself I said that you know you the one My mind is a weapon, a gun Bitch, you know that I'm 1of1, yeah The one and the only You was tryna stop me, why you hold me? Got it up, nigga up, now you know me We can connect the play like its Sony We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit I told her, 'Baby, calm down, get a grip" I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip I feel I got perfection, like a drink that's simple I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple You think I'm spazzin but to me its simple I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts 'bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch Yes its Tokyo, No9 the blouse Get this lil hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house She gon' give me top, up up on the couch Got it out the mud, lil dog from the south No no, baby, photos not allowed Walk up in the spot, smellin' like some loud Bitch, I'm tryna surf, jump up on the crowd Chillin with my wolves, and they like to howl Told that lil hoe push up, take her out of town Red dot your nose, nigga you a clown I walked in your hood, came out safe and sound And if it's an issue, I'm bussin' these rounds I look at myself I said that you know you the one My mind is a weapon, a gun Bitch, you know that I'm 1of1, yeah The one and the only You was tryna stop me, why you hold me? Got it up, nigga up, now you know me We can connect the play like its Sony We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit I told her, 'Baby, calm down, get a grip" I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip I feel I got perfection, like a drink that's simple I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple You think I'm spazzin but to me its simple I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts 'bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch Yes its Tokyo, No9 the blouse Get this lil hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house She gon' give me top, up up on the couch Got it out the mud, lil dog from the south

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