| Addies made me zero in
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| Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
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| Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati
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| All my bitches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me
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| Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army
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| I’m a pipe her like Rowdy, free Max, free Bobby
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| Get Woopty on the phone, he’ll know what to do with the body (lift)
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| Slept at Sals on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
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| Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like I’m Milhouse
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| Too many fake waves, it’s a real drought
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| Up for like eight days, with the AK earnin' real clout, fuck your two cents
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| You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
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| Earned it all it was never luck, millionaire with the semi tucked
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| Now you wanna pull a Hemi up, just so you can come and drink the Henny up
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| Fake shit, it was never love and really fuck it if it ever was
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| I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)
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| Got at least two hoes beside me (Ten), threesomes like a hobby (thirteen)
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| Addies made me zero in
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| Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
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| Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati
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| All my bitches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me
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| Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| I just counted five million dollars cash
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| All 5s, 10s, and 20s
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| Got to know that that’s the dope money
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| Got to know I got the code, homie
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| Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, ayy
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| Plank, play dead sit him up, ayy
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| Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
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| Bitches act thirsty so we fill 'em up
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| I don’t like the rap game (I don’t love the rap game)
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| Ain’t none these niggas real as us (Ain't none these niggas, none these niggas)
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| Goin' back to the trap game (Goin' back to the trap)
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| Sellin' bricks out the Bentley truck (Cocaine Bentley truck)
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| Then I’ma hit 'em up
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| I used to be a stick 'em up
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| Black hoodie with the ski mask
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| When you see me, nigga, get 'em up (Pussy, you know what it is)
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| I’m a dope boy 'cause I sold dope, boy
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| You ain’t no plug 'cause you owe one, boy
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| You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one, boy
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| If you say you got M’s, then show one, boy
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| Just bought the Patek, the one with no ice
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| Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
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| And I used to get government assistance, food stamps, no lights
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
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| Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Numbers , by - Belly. Song from the album IMMIGRANT, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп