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One in a Million Video (MV)




Performed By: Hondeaux
Length: 2:44
Written by: Rodrequiz Frazier




Hondeaux - One in a Million Lyrics




I hop in a coupe
We snatch off the roof
Im all about money
They follow my suit...
We chasin them commas
That's one in a million
I send off my runnas
We gotta go get it...
This aint what you think
I do what i do
I stash at the bank
Hit alternate routes...
We cruise through the city
We run through them limits
We causin suspicion
Still lookin for endins...

These niggas they look up to me like Im hughey,i swear im no player,no hefner
She talkin real reckless,go fetch her
I swear it's no time for that extra...
Run off on me,we gone catch em
Im just like my granny,just bless em
They look in the wrong direction
Im runnin this shit with no question...
I dropped the wrist game(what it do)
Put new niggas on to my truth(wow)
And now they sing nah fr(fr)
They askin for me in that booth(they do)...
I followed my path and i stood in my lane
Remember i just was a lame
These niggas and bitches just jockin my name
They think they can live off my fame...
But i am not there im still local
See bullshit right through they scrotum
Im next up, that's what i told em
Put in the work, yet and i showed em...
They singled me out on that double
Was down wrong path, towards that trouble
Was once just stuck in my bubble
Now im runnin the yard, no huddle...
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I hop in a coupe
We snatch off the roof
Im all about money
They follow my suit...
We chasin them commas
That's one in a million
I send off my runnas
We gotta go get it...
This aint what you think
I do what i do
I stash at the bank
Hit alternate routes...
We cruise through the city
We run through them limits
We causin suspicion
Still lookin for endins...

These niggas they look up to me like Im hughey,i swear im no player,no hefner
She talkin real reckless,go fetch her
I swear it's no time for that extra...
Run off on me,we gone catch em
Im just like my granny,just bless em
They look in the wrong direction
Im runnin this shit with no question...
I dropped the wrist game(what it do)
Put new niggas on to my truth(wow)
And now they sing nah fr(fr)
They askin for me in that booth(they do)...
I followed my path and i stood in my lane
Remember i just was a lame
These niggas and bitches just jockin my name
They think they can live off my fame...
But i am not there im still local
See bullshit right through they scrotum
Im next up, that's what i told em
Put in the work, yet and i showed em...
They singled me out on that double
Was down wrong path, towards that trouble
Was once just stuck in my bubble
Now im runnin the yard, no huddle...
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Writer: Rodrequiz Frazier
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