Rafae - One to the Head lyrics

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Rafae - One to the Head lyrics

Chorus: One to the head Got two j's on my feet Three bad girls for the team Four blunts for the woes Got five racks for the hoes Six day ones that I know And i'm trynna get bigger Sevyn Streeter holler at a n***a 808's banging to the limit Nine millimeter sh** n***a we jus trynna get rich But lemme turn up real quick [Verse 1]: See the bad girl over there just know that's new Yall trynna flex on n***as can't flex on me What's inside my cup that's easter pink Don't care watchu think Cuz my n***as Riding through the city we just trynna hit a lick I be preaching like a pastor but ain't never celibate I just call her silly rabbit 'cuz she crazy with them tricks She said Rafae this ain't nothing I can do this on the Ok girl you nasty but you get it how you live I got bubbles in my cup but I ain't sipping Mr. Pib nah I got stupid money call, call that London Tipton Trynna ball but we ain't even in the same division [Verse 2]: See the chain on my neck my n***a thats work (Ooo thats work) Do it like that I might by you a purse Come up in the city and get murked Racing I'm in first And my n***as Taking the city by storm Thats why this lightning on my neck Grinding till 3 in the morn' I'm just trynna get a check Ask me what a n***a want Power money and respect I dont care if shawty foreign Long as she ride to the d**h You should know I ain't never poor But i am a poet Sum' like Edgar Allen Poe For the low, lemme get it for the low I ain't gone stop trying till im having my own shows [Verse 3]: I don't got no 9 to 5 I just work from 12 to 12 and then do it again Why do you look so suprised Bet you wish that you ain't sleep on me way way back then Now you see a n***a climbing up the ladder My female is badder You wishing you had her You wishing the beef we had ain't have to matter Im sipping on magic inside of my cup Im just trynna add up Push bu*ton no key start n***a im bout my bucks On go like go carts Dont believe in luck n***a go check the charts Bet you gone see me going up In a couple years Gone be tearing up the clup Turn up every day of the week Thats why they show me love