Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The One , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album The Mink Coat Killa LP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The One |
| Yeah, bitch it’s the king, crown me like I’m prince Hakeem |
| These niggas talkin' sideways like they gon' lynch my team |
| Bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon' spend my CREAM. |
| These hoes can’t |
| even get the lint that’s sitting in my jeans |
| Tec In The church |
| I bet they want the second it burst |
| My white bitch a dead head so I get neck in the hearse, Get it? |
| Such into |
| Hootie swag pistol in the Gucci bag |
| Old tray eight handle covered up with the Louie rag |
| Praise the lord Benton 9/11 Porsche spinning |
| Wine from Italy pop corks with divorced women |
| Send a prayer to all incarcerated Scarfaces |
| Niggas turn to track star when the Narcs' chase us |
| God shining like for brothers stuck in dark places |
| Rodents in the yard get shanked up with sharp razors |
| Gators' fit me like the pimp of the year |
| I throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the |
| Labels raping niggas started waking niggas, bitch I came for dinner |
| I watch these rappers turn to bitches like they Kaitlyn Jenner |
| I need a bitch with a Kardashian ass |
| Hit that ass flat she better have Kardashian cash |
| When I smash, why these bitches wanna crash in the pad? |
| I got money to make, bitch you better grab you a cab |
| Salute to Staten Island, weapon in my army jacket linin' |
| Grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming, Motherfucker |
| We don’t show no love to enemies |
| No mercy for those who wanna see they end of me |
| Head is the bread It’s the perfect recipe |
| Count my blessing every night before I sleep |
| Cause I’m the one, I’m the one |
| I’m the one, I’m the one |
| Ladies, rub your titties if you love hip-hop |
| I give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock |
| Gucci ski-mask I make the coward run his wristwatch |
| OG Kush inside the ziplock we 'bout to twist Pac' |
| Grady baby, poverty make me crazy |
| Loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me |
| My nIggas lIke a chemist in the kitchen |
| These bitches acting different and they feelings you don’t fuck with Mr. |
| Benton (Bitch) |
| Expensive mix, puking liquor In the kitchen sink |
| Gold on my teeth I make these peasants kiss these feet |
| Everything I drop is fire I don’t miss a beat |
| I’m out in Cali with my nigga Flick, Twist and Keith |
| My niggas hustle cuz' they job don’t care for feelings |
| «I'm with your BM in the Caiman Islands parasailing |
| Gold on me like Rick the Ruler I get the Moolah |
| Niggas plottin I lift the tool up and and split medullas |
| Boogeyman benton, rappers better run from the bully |
| Click, clIck, blaow, told that nigga to catch me outside |
| I’m Negan with Lucille, I’m bout' to bash out his eyes |
| Still Eastside, drugs got my brain refried |
| It’s that Wu killer shit swarming out the beehive |
| I bring the motherfucking ruckus, let the stainless touch 'em |
| These niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin |
| We don’t show no love to enemies |
| No mercy for those who wanna see they end of me |
| Head is the bread It’s the perfect recipe |
| Count my blessing every night before I sleep |
| Cause I’m the one, I’m the one |
| I’m the one, I’m the one |