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Lil Yachty - This That One Lyrics
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(E-E-Enrgy made this one) mm, okay (dumbass)
KrispyLife (it's with a K, dumbass)
This one them ones for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
This one them ones for me (yup)
This one them ones for me (whew, whew)
This one them ones for me

You was a ho in high school, you used to run from me
I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing
Used to sell number eights on Hardwood, we had the block jumping
Beat his ass bad, he thought the whole, whole club jumped him

Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me
Okay I done went pop star, I'm getting that one money
It's couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (alright)
Gotta let the money talk for like I don't show money

We're totin' Glocks with circle clips, it hold a fifty
I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he broke and pissy
She chasing money, chasing clout, you know she rolling with me
Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like I'm the Rolling 60s
Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rarri and a Bentley
It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney

Punched him in the mouth, I ain't like how he blinked at my momma
The backyard got skis and treats but this not the Bahamas
Wood grain OG AK feelin' like I'm Osama
Got gas, they all said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama
Bringing a bank back, I got too much
Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much
F8 and it's all white like the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up

I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he Diddy
I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titty
I'm plug, I ran through hella grams in this city
You told, boy, you ain't no star, you a witness
This lean gon' f*ck around and make me need a kidney
My bitch, she mad at me 'cause I show no attention
But listen, bitch, I'm on my grind, I gotta get it

Riding with a Glock 23, these the 1 Jordans
Got a team full of shooters, we pull up scoring
Lil Yachty pulled up in a ah
Lil Boat just pulled up in that, yeah (that's that one foreign)
Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I'm Eric Gordon
How the f*ck it's seventeen dollars and you can't afford it?
I got bitches lined up like they waiting for them 1 Jordans
Baow, I just shot him in his ass, that's my first warning

I'm Mr. Pop This Bitch Dirk Like A Dungeon
I'm in Neiman's calling out shots like I run it
Run with all apes, I guess I'm from the jungle
I'll let this bitch burn, the Glock mixed up with Usher
Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button
Before I tell on a soul, on my cousin
The thirty poking too hard, I gotta tuck it
I see you over there shining, nigga, you better tuck it

Since he told, I'll take the blood out my cousin
DNA, I need that back, we ain't fam no more
Brother and nem jumped out the store, yeah, they ain't saying no more
Stick singin' live just like D'Angelo, yeah
Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe
Tiny just pulled up with that sh, yeah, the atidote
Fingered on this bitch for fifty minutes, my hand had broke
Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote

(Achoo) sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real
I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real
I can damn near hit who I want, it's that time for real
I don't know about no other stories, but mines for real
I'm finna pay kids to do a whole song without cussing
I was young, used to mob to the store wit my cousins
I'm with four out of town, buyin' bowls by the dozen
I'm with four out of town wit PJ like it's cousin

If it's Sprite and it's dark, look like hair dye
We gon' find out where he at, we gon' air it out
I f*cked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts
Off two Percs then I pulled her f*ckin hair out

I be f*cking hoes in first class, this a do-ey plane
I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games
Bitch keeps squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains
Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train
New custo' bald head, look like Bobby Lashley
Bald bitch, I'm all about a bill, but I'm not bragging
Percy's taste good, bite down, but it's not candy
Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy
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(E-E-Enrgy made this one) mm, okay (dumbass)
KrispyLife (it's with a K, dumbass)
This one them ones for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
This one them ones for me (yup)
This one them ones for me (whew, whew)
This one them ones for me

You was a ho in high school, you used to run from me
I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing
Used to sell number eights on Hardwood, we had the block jumping
Beat his ass bad, he thought the whole, whole club jumped him

Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me
Okay I done went pop star, I'm getting that one money
It's couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (alright)
Gotta let the money talk for like I don't show money

We're totin' Glocks with circle clips, it hold a fifty
I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he broke and pissy
She chasing money, chasing clout, you know she rolling with me
Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like I'm the Rolling 60s
Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rarri and a Bentley
It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney

Punched him in the mouth, I ain't like how he blinked at my momma
The backyard got skis and treats but this not the Bahamas
Wood grain OG AK feelin' like I'm Osama
Got gas, they all said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama
Bringing a bank back, I got too much
Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much
F8 and it's all white like the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up

I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he Diddy
I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titty
I'm plug, I ran through hella grams in this city
You told, boy, you ain't no star, you a witness
This lean gon' f*ck around and make me need a kidney
My bitch, she mad at me 'cause I show no attention
But listen, bitch, I'm on my grind, I gotta get it

Riding with a Glock 23, these the 1 Jordans
Got a team full of shooters, we pull up scoring
Lil Yachty pulled up in a ah
Lil Boat just pulled up in that, yeah (that's that one foreign)
Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I'm Eric Gordon
How the f*ck it's seventeen dollars and you can't afford it?
I got bitches lined up like they waiting for them 1 Jordans
Baow, I just shot him in his ass, that's my first warning

I'm Mr. Pop This Bitch Dirk Like A Dungeon
I'm in Neiman's calling out shots like I run it
Run with all apes, I guess I'm from the jungle
I'll let this bitch burn, the Glock mixed up with Usher
Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button
Before I tell on a soul, on my cousin
The thirty poking too hard, I gotta tuck it
I see you over there shining, nigga, you better tuck it

Since he told, I'll take the blood out my cousin
DNA, I need that back, we ain't fam no more
Brother and nem jumped out the store, yeah, they ain't saying no more
Stick singin' live just like D'Angelo, yeah
Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe
Tiny just pulled up with that sh, yeah, the atidote
Fingered on this bitch for fifty minutes, my hand had broke
Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote

(Achoo) sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real
I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real
I can damn near hit who I want, it's that time for real
I don't know about no other stories, but mines for real
I'm finna pay kids to do a whole song without cussing
I was young, used to mob to the store wit my cousins
I'm with four out of town, buyin' bowls by the dozen
I'm with four out of town wit PJ like it's cousin

If it's Sprite and it's dark, look like hair dye
We gon' find out where he at, we gon' air it out
I f*cked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts
Off two Percs then I pulled her f*ckin hair out

I be f*cking hoes in first class, this a do-ey plane
I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games
Bitch keeps squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains
Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train
New custo' bald head, look like Bobby Lashley
Bald bitch, I'm all about a bill, but I'm not bragging
Percy's taste good, bite down, but it's not candy
Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy
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Writer: Aaron Jeffery Seymour, Jaylein Cantrell, Karon Vantrees, Marlon Brown, Miles Parks McCollum, Orracious Tucker-Brown, Shannon Walker Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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