Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Me, artist - OMB PeezyDate of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Me |
| Helluva made this beat, baby |
| Look |
| One me, three bitches |
| Too much smoke up in the room, fuckin' up my vision |
| Think 'bout takin' somethin' off, hey, them niggas wiggin' |
| Teach 'em how to tie they shoes, heard them niggas trippin' |
| Loose talkin' on the phone, I’ma think he snitchin' |
| Can’t be on my line hollerin' 'bout illegal business |
| You could always find some cookies in my grandma’s kitchen |
| Got a freaky bitch in Houston, saved her under «Whitney» |
| I might step down and fuck her if she willing |
| Grew up around it so I ride with extension |
| Used to tell me stay out grown folks' business |
| I might stop talking but I’ma still listen |
| Rob who? |
| Bitch, I keep a thirty on my waistline |
| Fuck basketball, cross me over, then they dyin' |
| Bitch, I’m taking everything but I’m takin' my time |
| Run in a nigga house quick if he play with a dime |
| Two of y’all, that ain’t enough |
| Better get some more niggas, that chopper eat a nigga’s guts |
| Ayy, I’ma show niggas retaliation is a must |
| Done seen some shit up in these streets, don’t know who I can trust |
| One me, five choppers |
| And I’ma shoot all them bitches, on my mama, ayy |
| Ammunition on my niggas, fuck a problem, ayy |
| Pop a nigga like a pimp pop his collar, ayy |
| Or pour some liquor on them bitches, dick all on her tongue |
| Huh, clip out on your son, trip you if you run |
| Ben Simmons with this pump, get a triple doub' |
| My crippled nigga, he a blood, still’ll get it done |
| Gang gang like a band, sticks and the drums |
| Instruments in the club, pullin' strings for fun |
| My tall nigga swing on you, Brandon Ingram, ayy |
| I’m trappin' on the flip phone out in England, ayy |
| Me, Juan, Twan, Owen, B-Beezy, ayy |
| Pull up, serve your ass wherever you need it, ayy |
| Try to run off with the work, we squeezin', ayy |
| Got the straps, on gang, we keep it, ayy, huh |
| Two of y’all, that ain’t enough |
| Better get some more niggas, that chopper eat a nigga’s guts |
| Ayy, I’ma show niggas retaliation is a must |
| Done seen some shit up in these streets, don’t know who I can trust |
| Done seen some shit up in these streets, don’t know who I can trust |
| Done seen some shit up in these streets, don’t know who I can trust |