Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Da One, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 11.03.2019
Song language: English
You Da One |
| Double back but bring a ton |
| Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you |
| Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two |
| Ran up in a money suit |
| No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? |
| (Facts, look) |
| My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?) |
| My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?) |
| My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts) |
| When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers |
| Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain’t talkin' no pasta |
| Yeah, I’m servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales |
| Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that’s on top of the twelve |
| They play my shit in the county, bitch, I’m on top of the jail (Yeah) |
| They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah) |
| I ain’t dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin' |
| I’ll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon |
| I’m in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah) |
| I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her) |
| Niggas talkin' big work and ain’t never sold dope |
| My niggas doin' fed time and I’m just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain’t think I knew the ropes |
| I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight |
| Bitches sayin' I’m two-faced, that debit card my new bae |
| Once that wire touch, I’m good, I ain’t put shit up, baby, I’m Dugg |
| Which one of these lil' niggas would? |
| (Yeah) |
| All in Vegas throwin' up my hood |
| Yeah, I’m straight, baby, get right |
| Knew you was fuckin', shit, that’s light |
| I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym |
| Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM |
| My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim |
| Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look |
| Niggas hatin' but we don’t see 'em |
| Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em |
| We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M’s |
| I’ll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap |
| Ain’t gotta ask, baby, I’m that |
| Yeah, I’m him, don’t do no 'voiding, baby, that’s them |
| Shout out my lawyer, happy I’m free |
| Text my plug, yeah, I need it |
| Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I’m the plug? |
| (Duh) |
| Ain’t a hood in America don’t show me love (Yeah) |
| I’m about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep) |
| Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come) |
| Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses) |
| Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God) |
| Street nigga, I ain’t takin' no more losses (No more losses) |
| Let’s count a mil' by hand, I’m exhausted |
| Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours |
| Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours |
| We probably kill all fives, bro, I don’t trust no hoes |
| And I ain’t coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes |
| Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama |
| The other half on business, I’m tryna double up |
| Bitch, you get left if you ain’t come with us, let’s run it up |
| Do whatever it take, she like, «Dugg, one enough» |
| Still bought two to be safe |
| You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay |
| Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth |
| Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates |
| The judge dismissed all charges like, «Good luck and be safe» |
| Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah) |
| Streets say I’m one of a kind (I am), I just can’t be replaced (I can’t) |
| Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo) |
| Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo) |
| My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn) |
| Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn) |
| I fuck with Jay so I ain’t sippin' Henn', I’m drinkin' D’usse |
| I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State |
| I’m sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates |
| That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake |
| She’ll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy) |
| I took her from a lame, taught her how to live |
| She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak) |
| She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin' |
| Like fuck whoever, I’m all in, I know you heard I was ballin' |
| She tryna get on the court |
| I’ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch |
| Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport |
| Shit, I’m just happy I’m ridin' |
| Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in |
| Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten |
| Facts |