This That One (Explicit)
Lil Yachty"This That One (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Yachty, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:14 long and contains 83 lines and 849 words.
Lyrics
0:00E-E-Enrgy made this one
0:01Ooh, ok (Dumbass)
0:02KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass)
0:06This one them ones for me (Mhm, mhm)
0:08This one them ones for me (Yup)
0:10This one them ones for me (Whew, whew)
0:13This one them ones for me
0:14You was a hoe in high school, you used to run from me
0:16I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing
0:19Used to sell #8's on Hardwood, we had the block jumping
0:21Beat his ass bad he thought the whole, whole club jumped him
0:24Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me
0:26Okay I donе went pop star, I'm getting that one monеy
0:28It's a couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (Alright)
0:31Gotta let the money talk for me like I don't show Tony
0:33I tote Glocks with certain clips, it hold a 50
0:35I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch I ain't tipsy
0:38I think this thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
0:40Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly cause he broke and pissy
0:43She chasing money, chasing clout you know she rolling with me
0:45Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like the Rolling 60's
0:47Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rari and a Bentley
0:50It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney
0:52Punched him in the mouth, I ain't like how he blinked at my momma
0:55The backyard got ski's and treats but this not the Bahama's
0:57Wood grain OG AK feel like I'm Osama
1:00Got gas they all said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama
1:03Bringing a bank back, I got too much
1:04Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much
1:07F8 and it's all white like the Klu Klux
1:10I just got it and I already need a tune up
1:12I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm 50
1:14This Drake will make a nigga dance, just like he Diddy
1:16I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titties
1:19I'm plug, I ran through hella grams in this city
1:21You told, boy you ain't no star, you a witness
1:23This lean gon' fuck around and make me need a kidney
1:26My bitch, she mad at me cause I show no attention
1:28But listen, bitch I'm on my grind I gotta get it
1:31Riding with the Glock 23 these the one Jordans
1:33Got a team full of shooter, we pull up scoring
1:36Lil Yachty pulled up in a—, ahhh
1:38Lil Boat just pulled up in that—, yeah (That's that one foreign)
1:41Everywhere I go, I keep a 10, bitch I'm Eric Gordon
1:43How the fuck it's 17 dollars and you can't afford it?
1:45I got bitches lined up like they waiting for the one Jordans
1:48(Baow) I just shot him in the ass, that's my first warning
1:50I need to pop this bitch Dirk like a dungeon
1:52I'm in Neiman's calling out shots, like I run it
1:55Run with all apes I guess, I'm from the jungle
1:57I'll let this bitch burn a Glock mixed up wit Usher
1:59Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button
2:02Before I tell on myself, I hung my cousin
2:04The thirty poking too hard, I gotta tuck it
2:06I see you over there shining nigga, you better tuck it
2:09Since he told I'll take the blood out my cousin
2:12DNA I need that back we ain't fam no more
2:14Brother and nem jumped out the store, yea they ain't saying no more
2:17Stick singin' loud, just like D'Angelo, yeah
2:19Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe
2:21Tiny just pulled up with that sh-, yeah, the anecdote
2:23Fingered on this bitch for 50 minutes my hand had broke
2:26Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote
2:28Sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real
2:31I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real
2:33I can damn near hit who I want, it's that time for real
2:35I don't know about no other stories, but mines for real
2:38I'm finna pay kids to do a whole song without cussing
2:40I was young used to mob to the store wit my cousins
2:43I'm with four out of town bomb hoes by the dozen
2:45I'm with four out of town wit PJ like it's cousin
2:47If it's Sprite and it's dark, look like hair dye
2:50If I find out where he at, we gon' air it out
2:52I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts
2:55Off two Percs then I pulled her fuckin' hair out
2:57I be fucking hoe's in first class, this a do-ey plane
2:59I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games
3:02Bitch keep squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains
3:05Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train
3:07New custo' bald head look like Bobby Lashley
3:09Bald bitch I'm all about a deal, but I'm not bragging
3:12Percies taste good, bite down, but it's not candy
3:14Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy
E-E-Enrgy made this one Ooh, ok (Dumbass) KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass) This one them ones for me (Mhm, mhm) This one them ones for me (Yup) This one them ones for me (Whew, whew) This one them ones for me You was a hoe 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 #8's 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 donе went pop star, I'm getting that one monеy It's a couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (Alright) Gotta let the money talk for me like I don't show Tony I tote Glocks with certain clips, it hold a 50 I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch I ain't tipsy I think this 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 the Rolling 60's Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rari 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 ski's and treats but this not the Bahama's Wood grain OG AK feel 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 Klu Klux I just got it and I already need a tune up I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm 50 This Drake will make a nigga dance, just like he Diddy I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titties 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' fuck 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 the Glock 23 these the one Jordans Got a team full of shooter, we pull up scoring Lil Yachty pulled up in a—, ahhh Lil Boat just pulled up in that—, yeah (That's that one foreign) Everywhere I go, I keep a 10, bitch I'm Eric Gordon How the fuck it's 17 dollars and you can't afford it? I got bitches lined up like they waiting for the one Jordans (Baow) I just shot him in the ass, that's my first warning I need to 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 a Glock mixed up wit Usher Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button Before I tell on myself, I hung 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, yea they ain't saying no more Stick singin' loud, just like D'Angelo, yeah Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe Tiny just pulled up with that sh-, yeah, the anecdote Fingered on this bitch for 50 minutes my hand had broke Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote 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 bomb hoes 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 If I find out where he at, we gon' air it out I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts Off two Percs then I pulled her fuckin' hair out I be fucking hoe's in first class, this a do-ey plane I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games Bitch keep 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 deal, but I'm not bragging Percies taste good, bite down, but it's not candy Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy
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