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went right\nI went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same\nThey run they lips, I put my pep in the step\nAnd my foot on the pedal, the Range\nSpend this shit like I'm ahead of the game\nYou said they gon' drop and it better be flame\nLil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained\nMy top five top, in love with her brain\nAcross the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain\nI'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame\nDressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace\nPull out the title, yeah, right\nHope that these lil' niggas really wanna race\nI got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say\nHand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax\nThis some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face\nMade it to the light, they still throwin' shade\nI was locked up takin' chips for a trade\nI'm the boss, make more than minimum wage\nThese blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight\nTalkin' to God in the middle of the day\nAin't no human bein' determine my fate\nThe more I get it in, the more they gon' hate\nThat lil' body Benz, I know what you pay\n(Yeah-ayy)\nDon't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)\nDon't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)\nShe suck it when we stop at the light\nThese rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)\nGet dressed and pop out in the night\nToo trim, I got 'em enticed","syncedLyrics":"You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah\n \nToo grown, I bought that, oh\n \nYeah\n \n(That's a good one, Pete)\n \nYeah, yeah\n \n\nI went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face\n \nThey hope I fall off, ain't no way\n \nI might be alright, but it ain't okay\n \nNiggas got left, niggas went right\n \nI went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same\n \nThey run they lips, I put my pep in the step \nAnd my foot on the pedal, the Range\n \nSpend this shit like I'm ahead of the game\n \nYou said they gon' drop and it better be flame\n \nLil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained\n \nMy top five top, in love with her brain\n \nAcross the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain\n \nI'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame\n \nDressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace\n \nPull out the title, yeah, right\n \nHope that these lil' niggas really wanna race\n \nI got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say\n \nHand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax\n \nThis some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face\n \nMade it to the light, they still throwin' shade\n \nI was locked up takin' chips for a trade\n \nI'm the boss, make more than minimum wage\n \nThese blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight\n \nTalkin' to God in the middle of the day\n \nAin't no human bein' determine my fate\n \nThe more I get it in, the more they gon' hate\n \nThat lil' body Benz, I know what you pay\n \n(Yeah-ayy)\n \nDon't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)\n \nDon't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)\n \nShe suck it when we stop at the light\n \nThese rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)\n \nGet dressed and pop out in the night\n \nToo trim, I got 'em enticed","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: on one tonight\n  artist: Gunna\n  album: One of Wun\n  duration_ms: 91000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah\n  Too grown, I bought that, oh\n  Yeah\n  (That's a good one, Pete)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face\n  They hope I fall off, ain't no way\n  I might be alright, but it ain't okay\n  Niggas got left, niggas went right\n  I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same\n  They run they lips, I put my pep in the step\n  And my foot on the pedal, the Range\n  Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game\n  You said they gon' drop and it better be flame\n  Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained\n  My top five top, in love with her brain\n  Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain\n  I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame\n  Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace\n  Pull out the title, yeah, right\n  Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race\n  I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say\n  Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax\n  This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face\n  Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade\n  I was locked up takin' chips for a trade\n  I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage\n  These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight\n  Talkin' to God in the middle of the day\n  Ain't no human bein' determine my fate\n  The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate\n  That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay\n  (Yeah-ayy)\n  Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)\n  Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)\n  She suck it when we stop at the light\n  These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)\n  Get dressed and pop out in the night\n  Too trim, I got 'em enticed\n"}]