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Numbers
56.997
Hip-Hop/Rap
Numbers è stato pubblicato il 17 aprile 2015 da 300 Entertainment/Atl come parte dell'album Barter 6
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Data di uscita17 aprile 2015
Etichetta300 Entertainment/Atl
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Testi

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: Arsenio Umberto Archer, Jeffery Williams, London Holmes
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