
We The Ones Gunna
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah like
We the ones, never the two
You know what I’m sayin'?
(That boy Cassius)
Let’s do it, know what I’m sayin'?
[Chorus]
We the one, we the one, we the one, we the one
They say it’s cheaper to keep her
Fall in love with a cheater, ridin' in a fast two seater
My crew bad like Beetles
We the one, we the one, we the onе, we the one
Drippin' in a Gucci wifе-beater
Turn yo' wife to an eater
I’ma star, I’ma live with my feet up
Won’t follow, always been a leader
[Verse 1]
We the one, nigga, I keep a gun
Got bitches that’s Mexican, Young Gunna upper echelon
My presence a blessing, I’m not a pedestrian
Hi-Tec good tesla, got money by the metric-ton
Bought a Hublot watch, tryna work on my patience
Got a bitch off white, I’ma call her “Caucasian”
I showed her persuasion
Here’s a shoulder you can lay on
Got my brother, gotta pay his bond
Gunna-Gunna, he the young Don
Three-tone tech, got wood grain scales
Cartier lens, me and my friends, yeah
I hop it again, spend at least a ten, yeah
You ain’t none of my kin, uh
It ain’t hard to show real love (Ya)
Yeah, yeah like
We the ones, never the two
You know what I’m sayin'?
(That boy Cassius)
Let’s do it, know what I’m sayin'?
[Chorus]
We the one, we the one, we the one, we the one
They say it’s cheaper to keep her
Fall in love with a cheater, ridin' in a fast two seater
My crew bad like Beetles
We the one, we the one, we the onе, we the one
Drippin' in a Gucci wifе-beater
Turn yo' wife to an eater
I’ma star, I’ma live with my feet up
Won’t follow, always been a leader
[Verse 1]
We the one, nigga, I keep a gun
Got bitches that’s Mexican, Young Gunna upper echelon
My presence a blessing, I’m not a pedestrian
Hi-Tec good tesla, got money by the metric-ton
Bought a Hublot watch, tryna work on my patience
Got a bitch off white, I’ma call her “Caucasian”
I showed her persuasion
Here’s a shoulder you can lay on
Got my brother, gotta pay his bond
Gunna-Gunna, he the young Don
Three-tone tech, got wood grain scales
Cartier lens, me and my friends, yeah
I hop it again, spend at least a ten, yeah
You ain’t none of my kin, uh
It ain’t hard to show real love (Ya)
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