The One Lyrics

Okane that nigga I know

Okane that nigga for sure

Designer on all of his clothes

I wish I could fuck on his hoe

Why the fuck he got pearls on his throat

Nigga, why in the fuck would i know

Nigga, one thing that I do know

Okane that nigga for sure

How much you pay for a verse

Ya, I give him fifty and worked

Damn, why is he always in black

Damn, I think it's designer his shirt

Man, that nigga been going crazy

Uh, dropping them hits on the daily

Uh, he been the man since a baby

Yuh, but that nigga act like he hate me

Yuh

He don't be talking too much

He just be doing his work and then stay out the way

Heard he put dick in her gut

But he got paint on his nails, I thought he was gay

No he just know about fashion, nigga

He don't be shopping at Pacsun

Nigga, how much he make on the back end

Shit i don't know, I just know that he don't do subtraction

I just see bro at a party

Man that's so rare, Okane be popping out hardly

He smoking more gas than Marley

That nigga make every shot that he shoot like Barkley

Heard he be doing them drugs

I heard that he got a bitch and that he fell in love

Damn, I thought they broke up

I do not think he loved her, he just wanted to fuck

Damn, if I could be him for a day, uh

We came up from the same place

So how did he get in that space

Damn, bro just kept his head up high while he was running that race

Damn, left that bullshit behind he didn't leave a trace, damn, whoa

Okane that nigga I know

Okane that nigga for sure

Designer on all of his clothes

I wish I could fuck on his hoe

Why the fuck he got pearls on his throat

Nigga, why in the fuck would i know

Nigga, one thing that I do know

Okane that nigga for sure

How much you pay for a verse

Ya, I give him fifty and worked

Damn, why is he always in black

Damn, I think it's designer his shirt

Man, that nigga been going crazy

Uh, dropping them hits on the daily

Uh, he been the man since a baby, yuh