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Bri3 - One In A Million Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Finn)
Breezy, Breezy, Breezy, Breezy
Bri3, Bri3, Bri3 (Thankutimmy)

[Chorus]
Antagonize me, I get violent, I'll give you a pass and I'll give you a whoopin'
And it's no way you could run from this belt, when a ho look down, her shoes was tooken
And we just be trollin' for fun and strollin' for fun, but a ho had to open her lips (Like what?)
And I don't really like her opinion, but one in a million hoes could ever be rich
And it could never be you, only B3
She gotta respect, make her drop to her knees
Make a ho drop down, make her bow to the queen
If she ain't know then, now she hip to the tea
And I just be rappin' for fun and trappin' for fun, run it up 'til I get to a mil'
My lyrics be givin' out leg shots, flow is a headshot, face card, go for the kill

[Verse 1]
I just be carryin' niggas and stackin' my figures, I'm workin', I'm runnin' it up
You think that I care about hoes who really just trolls who scary and won't meet up?
Ho, you isn't protected, I'ma come find you, run into Bri, well, you ran out of luck
And I never cared, I cut off my cousin, I think that it's clear that I don't give a— what?
Sorry, I'm draggin' too hard, I almost slipped up, I'm gettin' carried away
I'ma go bag me a dime, I'm finer than wine, I think I should be on display
I cover my ears when niggas be talkin', I know they be lyin', so I tell 'em, "Okay"
You play with my sister, you play with your life, bored over the 'net, then I stay out the way
I stay out the mix, no new friends, told the last ho out, "You not part of my clique"
I had to turn nothin' to somethin', had to make somethin' shake in a snap, had to get somethin' quick
I'm takin' this personal, all perseverance, I ain't givin' you the mic, I ain't tell you to speak
I had to smack the ho Tuesday, I set her straight and I vouch she ain't speak for a week
[Chorus]
Antagonize me, I get violent, I'll give you a pass and I'll give you a whoopin'
And it's no way you could run from this belt, when a ho look down, her shoes was tooken
And we just be trollin' for fun and strollin' for fun, but a ho had to open her lips (Like what?)
And I don't really like her opinion, but one in a million hoes could ever be rich
And it could never be you, only B3
She gotta respect, make her drop to her knees
Make a ho drop down, make her bow to the queen
If she ain't know then, now she hip to the tea
And I just be rappin' for fun and trappin' for fun, run it up 'til I get to a mil'
My lyrics be givin' out leg shots, flow is a headshot, face card, go for the kill

[Verse 2]
Said I ain't hard, but I said headie, you can't tell me nothin', my skull's too thick
Won't stop talkin', I don't got a switch, but I know how to fight, bust her in her lip
Said no strings, these niggas embarrassing, I can't go, niggas give me the ick
Was beefin' with hoes for him, we broke up, now I got opps, that son of a— (Quit it)
Sorry, I'm draggin' enough, I almost slipped twice, my father told me relax (Shit)
I don't trust most, they come with betrayal, the last time I did, I was stabbed in the back
They seein' I'm up, so they lie on my body, I get it, I'm pretty, so they gotta cap
You jealous as hell, can't help it I'm witty, they obsessed 'cause I got what they lack
We was four men deep, was callin' her George, homegirl knocked her out like Muhammad Ali
She was quick on her feet, move real swift, float like a butterfly, then sting like a bee
Saw me in person and froze, she ran out of luck as soon as she ran into me
No bare minimum, I don't want flowers, you come to my porch, better hand me a G
[Chorus]
Antagonize me, I get violent, I'll give you a pass and I'll give you a whoopin'
And it's no way you could run from this belt, when a ho look down, her shoes was tooken
And we just be trollin' for fun and strollin' for fun, but a ho had to open her lips (Like what?)
And I don't really like her opinion, but one in a million hoes could ever be rich
And it could never be you, only B3
She gotta respect, make her drop to her knees
Make a ho drop down, make her bow to the queen
If she ain't know then, now she hip to the tea
And I just be rappin' for fun and trappin' for fun, run it up 'til I get to a mil'
My lyrics be givin' out leg shots, flow is a headshot, face card, go for the kill