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The One Lyrics – Stunna 4 Vegas

The One Lyrics by Stunna 4 Vegas is the latest English song. The One song lyrics are written by Dj XO & Stunna 4 Vegas while the song is also produced by Dj XO.

The One Lyrics

The One Song Details:

Song: The One
Singer: Stunna 4 Vegas
Produced by: Dj XO
Written by: Dj XO & Stunna 4 Vegas

The One Lyrics

(I made a big cake outta crumbs, nigga)
(XO think he all that)
Mhm, I made a big cake outta crumbs (Free Sino, Free Trillz, Free Street), uh-huh, yeah-yeah, yeah
I made a big cake outta crumbs (Free Glo)
Uh-uh, uh-huh, blatt, uh

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake outta crumbs)
Before my grandma left she told me I’m the one (Uh-huh)
He can’t get right, then he get left where I’m from (Nigga, get left)
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums (Bitch, I came so far from the trenches)
I came so far from the ‘jects (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, now it’s forеign cars and private jets (What elsе?)
Hold her hand, I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet (Ice, ice)
Before I play I load my clip up, I don’t send shots on the net (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
We tryna send shots through his neck (Bah), bitch

Gang gotta 100 shots trailing me in the hellcat while I’m in the Vet (Gang)
I drop a tip, then get ’em whacked (Get your bitch ass down)
Nigga bet not slip, we on his hat (Lay down)
I got my trip when I go on trips up off the hip, I leave ’em flat (Blatt)
Hop out the whip, my gun go, “Blatt, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt” (Let me go)
I jump out the car, they all wanna pic (Its full)
I done did or seen some shit, so I be clutchin’ on the blick
Even when I take a pic, we don’t love no hoes, we break ’em (Uh-huh)
We came so far from the vacant (Uh-huh), he act so hard but he shaking (He shook)
He play so cut but he cookie, nigga pussy (Pussy ass)
We turn semis into fullys, uh, spank his ass
Switch on the Glock, when I catch I give ’em a whoopin’ (He get up)
She love Stunna Man, I told the bitch I’m him, proof in the pudding
Uh, call the shots (Uh, uh, uh, baow-baow-baow-baow) and I send ’em, he don’t think with his min, I get it took

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake)
Before my grandma left she told me I’m the one (My momma told me I’m the one)
He can’t get right, then he get left where I’m from (Then you get left)
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums (Bitch, I came so far from the trenches)
I came so far from the ‘jects (Yeah, I came so far from the jects)
Uh-huh, now it’s foreign cars and private jets (Now it’s foreign cars and private jets)
Hold her hand, I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet (Uh-uh, I bet I get that bitch wet)
Before I play I load my clip up, I don’t send shots on the net (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
We tryna send shots through his neck

Nigga catch one to the neck, I’ma send this bitch up soon as shit go down, that’s on my set (Bah)
She an eater, so I made the bitch go down (Eat, eat) soon as we met
I Told Johnny, “Bust me down”, 50 thousand around my neck (It’s pure water, bitch)
I told my brother put him down and when you done, come get yo’ check (Bah-bah)
If I don’t do nothing, Ima get that check first (Get that check first)
Bitch it’s YRB or nothin’, yeah I’m head first (This is where I been man)
Thot, you can keep on your clothes ’cause I want head first (Bitch, I want head first)
Uh-huh, we be sparking shit like January 1st (We be sparking shit up just like, bah, bah, bah, bah)
You know we light shit up like fireworks
My lil’ nigga tweaking, he just tryna show me how his fire work (Go)
Nigga better not do no reaching, if he do, I bet irons will burst
Uh, we ride SRTs and make opp niggas ride in hearse

I made a big cake outta crumbs (I made a big cake outta crumbs)
Before my grandma left she told me I’m the one (My momma told me I was the one)
He can’t get right, then he get left where I’m from (Nigga, don’t get left)
Product of my trenches, I came so far from the slums (Bitch, I’m just a product of that one way)
I came so far from the ‘jects (Bah)
Uh-huh, now it’s foreign cars and private jets (Now it’s foreign cars and private jets)
Hold her hand, I hold my fist up and I bet I get her wet (Uh-huh, I get her wet)
Before I play I load my clip up, I don’t send shots on the net (I don’t want to)
We tryna send shots through his neck, uh

“The One” Music Video