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Ari Tha Homie & Kugi - Only Lyrics



Ari Tha Homie & Kugi - Only Lyrics




(You passed it just in time tho
It's On?
I had this bitch on Airplane Mode
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah aye)

Today my daughter b-day
Tomorrow I'm off the freeway
I'm off in Austin
That better than callin' off the 3 way
Tonight I'm in the 'Yo
Or in the Mo
On the thickest smoke
We could set on a wood set
It's bootleg, but we in this ho
I gets it in and stretch the door
When you pay me. Stretch the dough
Exausted, expectin mo
Work like I'm from mexico
I can't text no hoes
I can't switch my clothes
I ain't stressed I'm paid
You look extra broke
I feel blessed and saved
I got secret codes
I don't even know lil bro, aye check lil bro
Where a nigga know you from?
How you even text my phone?
I mean, if you bout some money, we can get some money don't get me wrong
I gotta, watch my, surroundings
That's why I trust women mo' around me
You bitter get from round me
She sick my duck and drown it
That's why I'm quick to pick her upper, bounty

I only do this shit how I know
Ain't no secret, If I'm just peepin
This all I know
I only do this shit how I know
We got options. We got shit poppin
I'm on a roll. YeYeah
Gotta keep shit on the low
Hey, hey
Aye close that door
I only do this shit how I know
I only, YeYeah
Supa, on my shirt, and I'm feelin' 'Supa Dupa'
Chain on my neck, got me feeling like that nigga
Coolin in my lane then I
Open up yo nose, hoe you know we here
Could be Kush, could be with the shit
Could be this Gabana on my body bitch
I got to pull up, I got to stick and move
I can't waste no, I got shit to lose
Personal and close, I don't text these hoes
And I don't trust these niggas with my best flows
All these niggas 'cept ThaHomies they just day to day
Let 'em in and when they leave they got some shit to say
Most these niggas bitches, rather smoke with bitches
Lipstick on the bleezy, that shit more appealing
Stacking stackin' to the ceiling, mission multi-million
Only way I know to go, is simply go and get it, yeah yeah

I only do this shit how I know
Ain't no secret, If I'm just peepin
This all I know
I only do this shit how I know
We got options. We got shit poppin
I'm on a roll. YeYeah
Gotta keep shit on the low
Hey, hey
Aye close that door
I only do this shit how I know
I only, YeYeah
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(You passed it just in time tho
It's On?
I had this bitch on Airplane Mode
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah aye)

Today my daughter b-day
Tomorrow I'm off the freeway
I'm off in Austin
That better than callin' off the 3 way
Tonight I'm in the 'Yo
Or in the Mo
On the thickest smoke
We could set on a wood set
It's bootleg, but we in this ho
I gets it in and stretch the door
When you pay me. Stretch the dough
Exausted, expectin mo
Work like I'm from mexico
I can't text no hoes
I can't switch my clothes
I ain't stressed I'm paid
You look extra broke
I feel blessed and saved
I got secret codes
I don't even know lil bro, aye check lil bro
Where a nigga know you from?
How you even text my phone?
I mean, if you bout some money, we can get some money don't get me wrong
I gotta, watch my, surroundings
That's why I trust women mo' around me
You bitter get from round me
She sick my duck and drown it
That's why I'm quick to pick her upper, bounty

I only do this shit how I know
Ain't no secret, If I'm just peepin
This all I know
I only do this shit how I know
We got options. We got shit poppin
I'm on a roll. YeYeah
Gotta keep shit on the low
Hey, hey
Aye close that door
I only do this shit how I know
I only, YeYeah
Supa, on my shirt, and I'm feelin' 'Supa Dupa'
Chain on my neck, got me feeling like that nigga
Coolin in my lane then I
Open up yo nose, hoe you know we here
Could be Kush, could be with the shit
Could be this Gabana on my body bitch
I got to pull up, I got to stick and move
I can't waste no, I got shit to lose
Personal and close, I don't text these hoes
And I don't trust these niggas with my best flows
All these niggas 'cept ThaHomies they just day to day
Let 'em in and when they leave they got some shit to say
Most these niggas bitches, rather smoke with bitches
Lipstick on the bleezy, that shit more appealing
Stacking stackin' to the ceiling, mission multi-million
Only way I know to go, is simply go and get it, yeah yeah

I only do this shit how I know
Ain't no secret, If I'm just peepin
This all I know
I only do this shit how I know
We got options. We got shit poppin
I'm on a roll. YeYeah
Gotta keep shit on the low
Hey, hey
Aye close that door
I only do this shit how I know
I only, YeYeah
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Writer: Jordan Tubbs, Langston Chandler
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Performed By: Ari Tha Homie & Kugi
Length: 3:12
Written by: Jordan Tubbs, Langston Chandler

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