paroles de chanson One Time - 42 Dugg

(Look out Veno)
Step on it
Shit on me, ten links on, probably a mill' on me
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Pull up, curtains down on a Maybach, niggas hate that
Suitcase full of eight straps, I used to take straps

They say that nigga ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these niggas ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the fuck you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me

She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real niggas who ain't never told

Jump back down, bitch, we off that clown shit
Skinny brown petite thing, want me to pound shit
Everything true blue, when I'm in town, bitch
Still yellin' "R.I.P. Scoot" I really miss you
Cutty on some new shoes, fiberglass Dugg
Draggin' down Wilshere, I'm all in Spazz hood
I ain't gotta check shit, I know that bag good
Raise your hand if you a bitch, that's what she had Dugg

Shoutout to my last wood, come get your ass whooped
Everything fast too, shoutout my last two
Still holdin' for the H, I wish we had drew
I'm still holdin' for the G, I wish we had wild
Still holdin' for the hawks, I'm in my bag now
Them poles used to kill sixes, they killin' fives now
Quit tellin' niggas I been trippin', I'm on my Ps and Qs
Dre keep fallin' asleep on me, I think he need some juice

Say I don't need no auto tune, just bring me all the blues
Young And Turnt the label, nigga, that shit that's comin' soon
How you think you made it, nigga? Like you can fuck with me
Val, Tameka and Shanique, they got a truck a piece
Lou, your nephew gettin' big, and you got another niece
They don't know that shit you did, fuck that nigga, rest in peace
Just got word that youngin in there with a thug
I put five on him, but they gon' do it on the love
Ten secure packs, a whole gallon of some spud
That's a tip, nigga, you lil' bitch, nigga

They say that nigga ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these niggas ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the fuck you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me

She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real niggas who ain't never told

(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)