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Be the One
by Lloyd



(Drop that song)
Know your lonely
I'm lonely to,
Say you love how I lay it down
Its time for round two
(here it is!)

[Chorus]
Girl I wanna be the one,
Be be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one,
Be be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one, be the one (yeah)
Girl I wanna be the one,
Be be be the one
Girl I wanna be the one,
Be the one to kiss you goodnight
Be the one, be be be the one,
Girl I wanna be the one
Be the one to kiss you goodnight.

A lil' sunshine open my eyes
Wake up in the morning, she on my mind
Get fresh, get dressed
Yeah world, it's my time
So you can put your watch on slow
Focused cause you know we on
So baby turn off that phone
We ain't gotta stop we grown
And I don't really give a fuck who's calling
I don't really give a fuck who's ballin'
Call me A. Keys, who's "Fallin'"
You's fallin', that's dude's problem
So hop in this bed
Forget what he said
Wanna taste my favorite spread
With my lips between your legs

[Chorus]

The night I call
When I phone
I'm headed over there
You better be prepared
Pu-pullin' on your hair
No kiddin', no trippin'
My dog in your kitten
My head in your mitten
If you take it than I'm gon' give it
If you throw it, then I'm gon' hit it
Guaranteed that I ain't gon 'miss it,
It's my mission I'ma kiss on every lip of yours
What now, touchdown, your body like a score
Get it, I'ma get it like you never did before

[Chorus]

Look, Lloyd got me on these dutch masters
So all you see is these dutch rappers
Coconut kush, cocnut Ciroc
Nut behind the wheel, coconut the top (Yeah!)
Get it? yeah I said nuttin'
Talk back to her, like what
Ain't nothing sweeter than my sweeta'
See I start off slow, go deep
Got her up to the Ritz, it's over
I thought I told ya, she my soldier
Yeah, Young be the boss
Everyday of the week I floss
Look off white rocks, no denim
Look off white drop, no rental
Yeah, top down in the winter
Say I ball too hard, Sportscenter
I'm in the club with my ice out
Something start blowing up my iPhone
Like where ya at? where ya been?
What ya doing tonight, can you hit it again
From the back, while I'm on the sink
While you smoke your blunt while ya drinking drinks
While them other broads blowing up ya phone
While ya pulling my hair with ya Nike's on

[Chorus]

(Drop that song)
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written by Jenkins, Jay / Scales, Tony / Unknown, Writers
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.