BIG K.R.I.T. - Only One lyrics

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You thought you were the only one balling

You thought you were the only one slow at that

You thought you were the only one pimping

In the VI with the broads and their ass out

You thought you were the only one, no, player

You thought you were the only one, no, player

Now I apply pressure, yes sir, gold on my dresser

Effortlessly perfecting this pimping to the neck up

And with it I could wrestle any pro into a pretzel

Figure four, she figure more dick might destroy her vessel

For most none the lesser, it’s high, judge my work

‘Cause the last time I tripped over pussy was probably at my birth

And the last time I didn’t pop my trunk was probably at my church

But as soon as I left the parking lot I maxed it out till it bursts

Wood reign my wheel, princess cut my grill

Butterfly in my state, tripping out, on chill

Do it how I feel ‘cause doing what you love won’t hurt you

Plus they all say they could never understand the complexity of my story

Or the dynamics of a drunker, or the inner workings of a squirter

It’s like chemistry with this Codeine, to pour a cup when purple

Three more times it’s a charm, bad bitch on my arm

Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm

You thought you were the only one balling

You thought you were the only one slow at that

You thought you were the only one pimping

In the VI with the broads and their ass out

You thought you were the only one, no, player

You thought you were the only one, no, player

Chocolate chip cookies on my tray, true stoner

I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day

A real boss up in the game, don’t have to pay to play

We burning down, come smoke a pound, I’m just a flight away

Earn the right to say I’m rich off what I write today

And stick it to my G’s like a microwave

Broke niggas, they don’t like us, they don’t wanna fight

Shut out the mask ‘cause you can never ride the wave with me, I got the title

OJ kush in my joint, boo, all my niggas on point

Rider rapping that gang, TGO become joint

You niggas do a show there and get no love

I sell 100, 000 tickets when I show up

They say the game done changed, what that mean you need to change, too

And stop with all that fucking hating ‘cause that’s what motherfucker lames do

You thought you were the only one balling

You thought you were the only one slow at that

You thought you were the only one pimping

In the VI with the broads and their ass out

You thought you were the only one, no, player

You thought you were the only one, no, player

I’m the only nigga getting money, got it down to a science

Big nigga, bank teller, think I play for the Giants

Death fresh walk by and get a moment of silence

Don’t be mad because we living, dog, be mad at the Mayans

Ride and decide in live Maine or Pecking

Who said hustlers can’t be king?

Wrists got crowns on them, bad hoes as bees sting

Mister slide the first day, instant upgrade

Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims

Very rare my kicks these petty cash I’m spending

With the rich folks ‘bout to blend in, got an obsession for this game, …lemon

Gangster, hustler, shit, I lead it, keep these niggas heated

I don’t do reservations, I walk in and get seated

Best believe it, these Harlem kids the meanest,

Trippy stick and at the table smelling smoke, but they don’t see it, nigga

You thought you were the only one balling

You thought you were the only one slow at that

You thought you were the only one pimping

In the VI with the broads and their ass out

You thought you were the only one, no, player

You thought you were the only one, no, player