Lyrics Be The One - Lloyd, Trey Songz, Young Jeezy

Be The One

Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be the one, girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight.
A lil sunshine open my eyes
Wake up in the morning, she on my mind
Get fresh, get dressed
The world, it’s my time
So you can think about your soul
Fuck cause you know we on
So let me turn off that phone
We ain’t gotta stop we grown
And I don’t really give a fuck who’s calling
I don’t really give a fuck who’s ballin'
Call me A. Keys, who’s Fallin'
You’s fallin', that’s dude’s problem
So hop in this bed
Forget what he said
Wanna taste my favourite spread
my lips between your legs
The night I call, midnight falls
I’m headed over there
You better be prepared
Pullin' on ya hair
No kiddin', no trippin'
My dog and yo kitten
My head in yo mitten
If you take it than I’m gon' give it
If you throw it, then I’m gon hit it
Guaranteed I’m ain’t gon miss it, it’s my mission I’ma kiss on every lip of
yours
What now, touch down, your body like a score
Get it, I’ma get it like you never did before
Look, Lloyd got me on these dutch masters
So all you see is these dutch rappers
Coconut kush, coconut ciroc
Not behind the wheel, coconut the top
Get it?
yeah I said nothing
Talk back to her, like what
Ain’t nothing sweet in my sweet
See I start off slow, go deep
Got an uptown bitch, it’s over
I told ya, she my soldier
Yeh, Young be the boss
Everyday of the week I floss
Look off white rocks, no denim
Look off white drop, no rental
Yeah, top down in the winter
Say I ball too hard, Sportscenter
I’m in the club with my ice out
Start blowing up my iPhone
Like where ya at?
where ya been?
What ya doing tonight, can you hit it again
From the back, while I’m on the scene
While you smoking blunts while ya drinking drinks
While ya other broads blowing up ya phone
While ya pulling my hair with ya Nike’s on