Ralo - 1 of 1 lyrics

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Ralo - 1 of 1 lyrics

[Chorus - Word Play] I'm made to get money, so that's why I'm 'bout it Underestimated, you done got a n***a started Tryna compete? You might as well just stop it Looking at my life like I'm just getting started Oooo, you looking at a 1 of 1 Oooo, my future brighter than the sun Oooo, we blowing down a metric ton Oooo, and all this sh** has just begun [Verse 1 - Willy B] Excuse me, I had to take a smoke break I had to check my latest flake I'm talking 'bout that snowflake Moving white flakes all across the f**ing country Yeah we smoking f**ing tree, ain't a n***a higher than me All muthaf**ing week, and we k** a f**ing beat Homicide on you n***as, homicide on you pussies What you gon do? Run up in your house, smack you And your whack a** crew You ain't f**ing with little Saint Lou And my n***a Tone and my n***a Kimani All them n***as behind me [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Word Play] From the 314 to the 405 to the 828 yeah I be live Smoking weed and sipping sauce and partying till like 'bout 5 Looking for my honey and I stay up in the beehive Grinding from the rainy days until the cleary skies Me and Willy B up on the track, you can call that synergy Take your chick so magically, Houdini is my mini-me When I see my crush on campus, ionic bond like chemistry When you see me, you play Crooked Smile? I need dentistry I never b**h about sh**, you'll never see and ovulation Money is the pa**ion, I'm talking Jeezy's motivation Watching time fly, I see my transformation Smoking weed, but I got asthma, galaxies my destination I got 5's on my feet, and a 10 up in my arms My word play is a k**er, and I got the right to bear arms Y'all n***as talking sh**, like y'all was born in a barn My temper short like Leprechauns, Latina girls my lucky charms Let's get it! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Word Play] n***as look at me like damn, Word Play the f**ing sh** You damn right, I am the f**ing sh** For everything I'm doing I'm number 1 for like every list Down this Evercleafr, don't really f** with liquid sh** If yeen figured, I'm that North County, Ferguson, Saint Louis figure Me and Verse spittin', tryna make a k**in' Don't give a f** about a b**h or a n***a From dusk to dawn, my muse I spawn To spazz on a n***a talking 'bout that jawn I'm making moves, I just took your pawn And while you talking sh**, you can watch me yawn Saint Louis my heart, on my momma you ain't gon tear us apart Imma need some top laying down if you understand me And verbs on the jungle gym, that's what you call word play Let's get it!

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