album cover
Numbers
60,972
De gira
Hip-Hop/Rap
Numbers fue lanzado el 17 de abril de 2015 por 300 Entertainment/Atl como parte del álbum Barter 6
album cover
ÁlbumBarter 6
Fecha de lanzamiento17 de abril de 2015
Sello discográfico300 Entertainment/Atl
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM70

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Young Thug
Young Thug
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
London Holmes
London Holmes
Autoría
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Masterización
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Ingeniería de mezcla, Ingeniería de grabación
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producción

Letra

Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this motherfucker man
I'm tell ya this beat, hard
This one hard as fuck, listen bro, uh
I go up, up, up and away
And I got old hundreds
They wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest **** inside the A
What
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ****
Ammo for these pussy motherfuckers
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck **** tripping I'll get prison and fuck your father (What?)
I'ma tell 'em one time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on Cubanos
Leanin', movin' slow as grandma
Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder (What)
Count a hundred on a hundred more, that's hunger (Hunger)
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies (Yo!)
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyun
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
Blah
Yeah yeah
Pussy **** know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi, no pet
But I'm chasing dreams, free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ****
Ammo for these pussy motherfuckers
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck **** tripping I get prison and fuck your father (What?)
I'ma tell 'em one time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I'ma tell 'em one time
(Swag, swag, swag, swag)
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run
Brand new 24s bitch on climb
You's a busta, motherfuck rhymes
No sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Hey, let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ****
Ammo for these pussy motherfuckers
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck **** tripping I get prison and fuck your father
I'ma tell 'em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
Written by: Jeffery Williams, London Holmes
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