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Only One Video (MV)




Performed By: PG-13
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: John Castillo




PG-13 - Only One Lyrics
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Too real for that bitch, she's used to phoney ones
I done ran it up, feel like the only one
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
I'm gettin to this money, if you ain't what the f*ck is wrong with ya
Bitch, I ball like a motherf*ckin pitcher
That's why your girl always tryna take pictures
I smash on that broad like my name was Luigi
Try to cuff me I broke free like Houdini
It ain't synthetic no homie this VV
Choker tennis, my neck Dratini
They wish I would fall off they're better off finding them a genie
I really be going off , I ain't on yet, but they really wanna be me
Bussin hard of all these drugs, whippin the Honda like a motherf*ckin 'gini
I've been smoking only Za, fat ass nugs lookin like some kiwi
Gave him back his bitch, and now he owe me one
Diamonds they hittin', I don't need the sun
I spit it no written I be one and done
Baby I'm too different PG one of one
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
I be in my bag, yeah, they all lookin' sad, yeah
Hit em with a whole mag, yeah, peel his head back like a scab, yeah
Baby, I just want the neck, I ain't even try to tap, yeah
I popped me another X, this one triple stacked, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I be lit as f*ck, they can't get me on my zone
I be gettin' stuck from what I'm puffin' out this cone
Got my money up and I did this shit on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, mix the pills up with the Wok inside my solo
I upgraded to Celine this ain't no Polo
Now he mad cuz I took his bitch just like a photo
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
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Too real for that bitch, she's used to phoney ones
I done ran it up, feel like the only one
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
I'm gettin to this money, if you ain't what the f*ck is wrong with ya
Bitch, I ball like a motherf*ckin pitcher
That's why your girl always tryna take pictures
I smash on that broad like my name was Luigi
Try to cuff me I broke free like Houdini
It ain't synthetic no homie this VV
Choker tennis, my neck Dratini
They wish I would fall off they're better off finding them a genie
I really be going off , I ain't on yet, but they really wanna be me
Bussin hard of all these drugs, whippin the Honda like a motherf*ckin 'gini
I've been smoking only Za, fat ass nugs lookin like some kiwi
Gave him back his bitch, and now he owe me one
Diamonds they hittin', I don't need the sun
I spit it no written I be one and done
Baby I'm too different PG one of one
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
I be in my bag, yeah, they all lookin' sad, yeah
Hit em with a whole mag, yeah, peel his head back like a scab, yeah
Baby, I just want the neck, I ain't even try to tap, yeah
I popped me another X, this one triple stacked, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I be lit as f*ck, they can't get me on my zone
I be gettin' stuck from what I'm puffin' out this cone
Got my money up and I did this shit on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, mix the pills up with the Wok inside my solo
I upgraded to Celine this ain't no Polo
Now he mad cuz I took his bitch just like a photo
Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun
Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt
Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun
I just want the grill then baby I'm done
Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones
She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"
Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones
I be in my bag, feel like the only one
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Writer: John Castillo
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