Tony Da Big Homie - Be On One (feat. Tyrae Tala)

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
My bitch be on one, on one, on one

Oh she's hittin' and cussin' at me
My bitch be on one, on one, on one
She gon' meet another me
My bitch be on one, on one, on one

Oh she's hittin' and cussin' at me
My bitch be on one, on one, on one
She gon' meet another me
My bitch be on one

But I don't fuck with that bitch
She stay on my dick
But ho, I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna get rich

Could care less about these hoes feelings
Every time you text
You askin' her, she'd ho chillin
To tell the truth

You don't want no dealings
All my niggas do is gang bangin' drug dealings
Fuckin' up the progress
You fuckin' up the process

Should've left you in the projects
Ho, I'm bein' honest
My new bitch a goddess
And I'm bein' modest

Feelin' like Dre
When he was cookin' up the chronic
Straight out the fuckin' NAP
And Thug Life and Never Die

That's on PAC
And this bitch on one
That's on G.O.D
And I'ma criss round that hoe

If she swing on me
All this cussin' and fightin
My life so excitin
To these bitches is invitin

But you mad overhypin
You always on FaceTime
I always stay Skypin
Goin' through my phone

Just to see who I'm typin
Now why you worry bout the next bitch
Yo ass should've hit the X
Uh, I got you mad cuz I'm flexin

She callin' right now
Man, tryna fuck up my session
One, on one, on one
My bitch be on one, on one, on one

My bitch be on one, on one, on one
My bitch be on one, on one, on one
My bitch be on one, on one, on one
Or I get a foreman, the type to have your breakfast all cooked in the morning

A nigga so fly, I'm sittin' out of orbit
Catch the young nigga get punk like Norb
If money was on skill, my way would be enormous
Forgot my chinks' names, so I call them all gorgeous

Some are laid off, and some are gettin' born
If you lookin' for a boss, Tony an employer
Just for your enjoyment, the man be a freak
Boy, I pimp hoes get a handful of wheat

We can have sex on the sands of a beach
I got a lollipop and she can sample the tea
And I got rhythm, my hand on the beat
She just want me to fuck, skeet, skeet, skeet

If there's a pussy crook, then the bandit is me
So bend your fins over, bring that ass to your feet
And don't stop till I spaz on the beat
Niggas already know I bring that heat

They wanna know why they give me so much respect
I'm Peter Griffin in a blimp with a government check
Yes, and they know I'm known to stack dough
I make it rain on them like Wayne, in fact, Joe

I hop in with the giggity-giggity like I'm Quagmire
So many jewels, you would swear I was a rabbi
Baby, you know I just came in looking like a representative
Ah, but is anybody but me gonna be okay with it

Kill it all, fuck this shit, get to work
It's all good, I am number five
I know they turn it up all the times
I won't spit what's up sometimes

No more bullshit, I don't talk shit
Too much fuckery two times
We gon' take time, too much locker room
We gon' rink this place

We gon' roleroom
Hey, kid, you gonna have to come over and feed me
But hey, can't help it, love her
But she better get something straight

I ain't Drake, motherfucker
You will get left out this bitch
Like that
Okay

It's 100
Rank Gang bitches
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Tell em mix it

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Written by:
Terrell Williams

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