| You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin'
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| the Wraith
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| Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
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| I ain’t sayin' I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don’t feel
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| the pain
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| Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me
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| away
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| I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
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| And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
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| Walked him outside, now he got the llama
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| I took that Maybach where the J’s at
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| Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
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| All my niggas know run up them numbers
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| Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
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| Run up them numbers
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| OKC, you don’t want no thunder
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| The old Tracy McGrady, the one
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| OKC, you don’t want no thunder, yeah
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| Christian the sweater
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| Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
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| The double R came with the umbrella
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| When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
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| Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
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| Got some little homies, got some prodigies
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| And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
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| Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
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| Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
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| I make some calls, you can’t cop the fleet
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| Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
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| You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin'
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| the Wraith
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| Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
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| I ain’t sayin' I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don’t feel
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| the pain
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| Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me
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| away
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| I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
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| And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
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| Walked him outside, now he got the llama
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| I took that Maybach where the J’s at
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| Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
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| All my niggas know run up them numbers
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| Fuck it, run up them numbers
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| Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
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| Piped up like a plumber
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| And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
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| I paid off the debt to your honor
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| And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
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| You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a
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| runner)
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| I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em
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| whatever (Yeah)
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| {I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up
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| They used to tell me I’m not next, I’m like look at me now, I’m in front of them
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| And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
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| And I don’t know how I’ma trust again, I swear}
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| Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
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| I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
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| I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in a car, yeah)
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| I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
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| Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
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| We be the talk of the topic
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| These fuck niggas don’t where the drop at (Uh)
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| They won’t want us ridin' in the drophead
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| And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'
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| You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I’m whippin'
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| the Wraith
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| Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
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| I ain’t sayin' I’m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don’t feel
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| the pain
|
| Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me
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| away
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| I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
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| And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
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| Walked him outside, now he got the llama
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| I took the Maybach where the J’s at
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| Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
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| All my niggas know run up them numbers
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| Fuck it, run up them numbers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numbers, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Album song Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп