1 OF 1 ft. ITZ MICAIAH Lyrics

Yo Kidd, what up

843 stand the fuck (It'z Micaiah nigga)

843 shit, 843 shit (it'z Micaiah)

I got a bad bitch

She ain't got no weight on her stomach

She say I make her kitty wet

She always want me to touch it

I look her dead inside her eyes

And let them cheeks get to blushing

Then she let me clap that ass

I left it messy and gushy

Ight

I ain't your savior

But I'll help you reach da promise land

Knowing you will never want for nun

Made you in love again

You fuckin with a boss now

I'll take it slow baby

It don't make no sense to even rush now

Ah ha

I grab her hips

And put my gun on her dresser

Told her once you meet a finesser

You won't stand for nun lesser

I snap you back to reality

Dick make you fold under pressure

She know we friends with benefits

I'll always leave her with pleasure

She ain't know I been 19

She said lil boy you Impressive

I told her thank you

Say she like it when I do it aggressive

Baby open up your legs

And send that pussy a message

I rather give it to you raw

Ain't got no time for second guessing

I'm one of one baby it ain't nun to it

You talk that shit all through your text

When I pull on you then prove it

I'm trying get in dat punani

Cuz it's on my to do list

Hit from da back till she exhausted

Have her ass going stupid

I wanna slim fine momma

With some twerk with it

Never no pressure bout a Nigga

Cuz she independent

She like to get it out the mud

So she ain't even tripping

I trying to bussdown my lil baby

Have my shawty dripping (The Kidd)

See ima, Bad bitch

Don't need a nigga for nothing

And when I throw this ass back

He better catch it no running

He gotta have bought five stacks

If he think that I'm coming

Because I'm bad like Mic Jack

He wanna beat it percussion

Don't do no faking

And I don't do no bluffing

I name that nigga ice spice

Cause he just get to munching

I tell that nigga think twice

If he think that we hunching

I got em screaming blue balls

When that dick get to clutching

Bad bitches with they own bag

Holla (Oh yeah)

Real niggas with they own bag

Holla (Oh yeah)

See they ain't quite like me

Pretty face, white tee

Skinny legs tight jeans

Niggas holla (Oh yeah)

They call me Mr. independent

Cause I'm super like intendant

Got em stretching out his tendons

While I'm giving him the business

Got that energy like Latto

Give it to me like Mavado

All these niggas do is follow

While I'm smoking on gelato

I'm one of one baby it ain't nun to it

You talk that shit all through your text

When I pull on you then prove it

I'm trying to get in dat punani

Cuz it's on my to do list

Hit from the back till she exhausted

Have her ass goin stupid

I wanna slim fine momma

With some twerk wit it

Never no pressure bout a Nigga

Cuz she independent

She like to get it out the mud

So she ain't even tripping

I trying to bussdown my lil baby

Have my shawty dripping

Say all my chuck town bitches

We ready

Say all my chuck town bitches

We ready

Say all my chuck town niggas

We ready

Say all my chuck town niggas

We ready

It's the motherfucking Kidd

Aka the motherfucking Mac

And I told y'all niggas y'all time was ticking

But now your times up

Itz micaiah nigga

Aye u can keep all that shit too