Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Time , by - GonzoeRelease date: 12.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Time |
| Me and my bitch was the closest |
| My bitch used to help me stack my dope up |
| My bitch too, Look at the game and funk this and smoke with me |
| When there’s no weed lightin roaches |
| The same bitch when I’m doin the most and the brokest |
| She right there |
| Awaken me out my nightmares |
| And tell my enemies to fuck off |
| And never ever scared |
| Givin me head anywhere |
| See my bitch never cares about affairs |
| Deceit along with the brain |
| The versace spread laid across the bed |
| Makin love |
| Til the x is gone, bend over the tear |
| Cause I love her |
| Seventeen, came with me and left her mother |
| She’s a hustles bitch that’s on the under |
| Nigga, in the daytime |
| I look in her eyes and see her lifetime |
| And only on the block, a love like this you’ll find |
| One time (How many?) |
| One time (How many?) |
| One time (How many?) ha |
| (repeat 2X) |
| I know you like to ball |
| Shop and spend cheddar baby (one time) |
| It’s automatic and it’s all for the better baby (one time) |
| Ain’t nothin bringin if you fuckin with me |
| We go L-I-V-E with T-I-E-E (one time) |
| Now this is what you better do |
| Get your paper collect your revenue |
| Don’t let nobody else count your money but you |
| Hope you wanna ball too? |
| Oh what you willin to do? |
| Put your freedom on the line for this criminal crime? |
| Cause the bars and the walls with the peasant design |
| Five hoes on your line shakin' they nasty behinds |
| Droppin with style, forty reptiles |
| Crystal by the gallons |
| Hollin at the stylins |
| Dealin with the violins |
| Trips to the eye lens |
| California wildin to the fullest |
| What you thought? |
| So what you savin' for bro? Your hoe can be bought |
| It’s all for sales |
| She want the curls |
| Fresh out of the shells |
| High maintenance |
| Hair done, toe-nails |
| Finger-nails |
| Rockin Shanells |
| Shoppin at Blooming dells |
| Flossin on the bill |
| Uppin and jumpin scrubs |
| At hells and bells |
| Split your male when you went to jail |
| Heaven or hell |
| I got a gangsta bitch |
| That’s why I love her |
| Cover-up my wrong-doings |
| Never lie to me |
| Bring some pies to me |
| Cross country |
| Cause we was hungry |
| She told me don’t let it run me |
| Baby let’s make it run from you |
| For the love of money |
| And pimpin’s smoke on me |
| Shit my bitch was down |
| She want one roll |
| It was lovely and lavish |
| Just like me she had to have it |
| A savage, fuck, was smokin' like a palace |
| She roll with me |
| Nigga, she pimped hoes with me |
| My bitch fucked around |
| Went and bought her own Bentley |
| Then let me drive |
| Blowin me on the 105 |
| Knowin I ain’t got no license |
| And this freeway is high |
| But she thugged out |
| Lovin her man’s life, runnin the drug house |
| My cartel car rifle, time to bring the guns out nigga |
| I live to see the eyes of our kids |
| And my son, a splittin image, of how shit is |
| One time |