One, Two ft. Yung L & M.I Lyrics

Intro

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I come through

They want to lose control

Cus I am the brand new so the want to score my goal

Think they know but they don’t know

The shit that ive been through

So they wanna hate wanna contemplate

How I make these moves

Sima who go the keys to my beamer

Who got the keys

Jehovah got the keys, got the keys keys keys

So you cant stop me

Oya whine for the base line

Get down low no dye waist time

Wanna see you go with the best line

But na my chi don stay

Jon test the microphone like

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Microphone gangster

This iskebe iskaba

Hot gal coming through with a new fire

*** feeling like im real shaba

Defino

Microphone gangster

This iskebe iskaba

Hot gal coming through with a new fire

*** feeling like im real shaba

Demma fi badder

Who won test the boy identify

Say we do these things from nine to five

Dem dey looku my way

They cant deny

Dey want fighti agbero with suit and tie

Say we **rious

And we do it so notorious

My style so glorious

Oh my brother no dey hate on us

Hate on us eh

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Ric hassani, Yung L

M I they like ***

Who go save us from this hot record

The man ewicked

Alaba sef hear this record dem they open Market

And everybody sleeping we working

We be like cricket

We on a whole nother level

We na regular

You feeling the vibe inside your medulla

Take a beat and then break it down

Into its molecular

Particles, articles written about the way I kill em

But I never seen no one with such a pretty figure

Way you wind it on a nigga

Swear that booty’s getting bigger

I don’t care if you’re a gold digger

If you want it ill give you ***

Your more intoxicated than liquor

So lets get familiar

Baby I be confused when I see you for road

Look at that ass

I gotta help her to carry the load

Let me drop you off and call you another day

I cant help but start counting when you walk away

Like baby girl

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Yeah yeah