Yung Lott feat. Doc Dolla - This One Lyrics

Lyrics This One - Yung Lott , Doc Dolla




Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
This one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
I got a question for these niggas who be rappin'
No hoes at your shows, no dough you be stackin'
Imitation nigga, lotta niggas don't be trappin'
They ain't got the glow for the lights, camera, action
I'm havin' at your ho, later on I be smashin'
She say she love a nigga that can give her satisfaction
Hit her with that flood, hit her with that flood
Blow her back out, now every day she tryna tap in
I just wanna cash in, girl, and when that ends
I be to the next state, fuckin' with your best friend
Nothin' like your ex-men, room at the Westin
Turn Wolverine in that Kream, leave you stretched thin
Now you lookin' at me sideways
You ain't knowin' I been up, girl, for five days
I'm in these streets, you know that crime pays
I hear that money callin', girl, I gotta get sideways
Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
This one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
Woah, hahaha, you know
Ay, look, I just want the baddest in the crowd
Screamin' at me, say my name loud
Hands in the air, front row holdin' it down
Recognize a king, a queen needin' a crown
I hate a nigga tryna get all close in my pictures
Talkin' 'bout can't wait to go home and show my sister
Bring her next time and tell her that daddy missed her
And she can hit the back, hit the Moët and catch the hiccups
But you can't, nigga, I'm tryna sign some titties
Tryna manipulate a mind and get a M on this vide
Tryna expand her horizons and take her city to city
But you all up in the goddamn way, give her some space, bro, this one
Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, ay, this one right here for the hoes
Ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, I'm tired of these niggas at my shows
Ay, ay, ay, ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here
This one right here
Ay, this one right here
Ay, this one right here



Writer(s): Erik Roger Griggs, Halston Brian Williams



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