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演出藝人
Number Foe
Number Foe
演出者
詞曲
December Brooks
December Brooks
詞曲創作

歌詞

She tells the time, it's good for a laugh
There's always radio
And for a dime I can talk to God
Dial-a-prayer (My boy Blanket went crazy on this motherfucker)
Are you there?
Do you care?
Are you there?
Fuck nah, he ain't here
Hell nah, lil' Bezzal ain't here
He got tapped in the head
That's the death of the year (Damn)
Jmurdaa, I'm portin'
Problem tried a demon
Don't ask about me, I send shots 'fore you seen me (Yeah)
How you go to the store with your head down, turned around, looked up, and got gunned down? (Baow)
He was dissin'
What the fuck he gon' say now?
Steady slidin' like the shit at a playground (Nope)
Perc 20, had to up my doses
Catch myself noddin' and I ain't even notice (Ha)
That's like Joe Biden that you smokin'
Hope you overdose just for fake trollin' (Bitch)
I'm a real gangster not a rapper
This shit just too easy, I could do it backwards (Yeah)
Since 10, knew I wanted bodies
Watchin' Paid in Full on DVD coppers (I love)
Lost a ****, turned into a ape
Thirteen over twelve just to win a race (Police ass)
I spent eight-fifty for a case, thirteen for some pills, seven for my Drac' (That's life), and then two racks in a day
Who ain't gettin' money? Bitch, I'm gettin' paid (That's life)
Lil' cuz saw me in the A
Well, that's what he said
Bitch, why you ain't spray? (Why you didn't spray then?)
Even though he gettin' money, young **** still hittin' them blocks (Yeah)
Said he turnin' down missions, you a bitch now (Yeah)
Glock with a drum, get to blowin' at soon as I get out (Baow, baow, baow)
Another dead
Pop shit now
Ain't no **** gettin' fame off me
**** background bad, need a fake I.D. (Can't go)
Name a time a **** played with me, or BJG
I'll give you fifteen (Man, you can have that shit)
Heard you lookin' for me, nah, you lookin' for HeadTap
Finally bumped into me, now his ass dead (Yeah)
I can't say them shots ain't his body, but I just know lil' bruh got hit in the head (Huh)
Take za' with the drink
Spent two on the bottle (Yeah)
It's a move when members pop out
Ayy, somebody dead, let's throw a party (Come on, man, we gone)
Switch up the drink and approachin' my show
If somebody dead, then Number Foe know (I know)
I'm not the type for to shoot up a house
I'll sit in the car 'til you come out your door (He knew)
They ain't tellin' y'all 'bout the shit bags, and my head taps, and the white flags (That's sad)
Why you lead your fans to a death trap?
Just put the program and I'm on your ass (I did)
Hell nah, lil' Bezzal ain't here
He got tapped in the head
That's the death of the year (Huh)
Jmurdaa, I'm portin'
Problem tried a demon
Don't ask about me, I send shots 'fore you seen me (Baow, baow)
How you go to the store with your head down, turned around, looked up, and got gunned down? (Yeah)
He was dissin' (Yeah)
What the fuck he gon' say now? (Yeah)
Steady slidin' like the shit at a playground (Yeah, boom)
Ha, yeah, yeah
Haha
Written by: December Brooks
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