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Numbers
61.825
Turnede
Hip-Hop/Rap
Numbers adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak 300 Entertainment/Atl tarafından 17 Nisan 2015 tarihinde yayınlandıBarter 6
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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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