Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Numbers , by - Freeway. Song from the album Diamond in the Ruff, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.11.2012
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Numbers |
| 20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go, |
| 20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go, |
| Ben franlkin bank hoe, |
| Backstroking on new hoes, you know |
| Dropped the olds and got new clothes |
| Now check a boy my calla, same thing with my lenses |
| I like mgm and my benzes, and meek shit my women |
| She don’t speak in no English, and she don’t eat pork |
| My new bitch use chop sticks, she don’t eat with a fork |
| I’m throwing rocks at the wall, so everyday I ball |
| You understand that language, when you out there slanging |
| When you’re taking them trips, looking over your shoulder |
| I just run back a dub, stash box in the wall, let’s work |
| Numbers low, numbers high, |
| Ain’t nobody fucking got it and you wonder why |
| Numbers high, numbers low |
| If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh |
| Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers |
| We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers |
| Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers |
| My watch shine, my piece flooded |
| My money right, it keep coming |
| Uno, dos, tres, quatro, ishi, ni, sun, chi, one, two, three to the fizor |
| Whole bricks we flip dali, we get numbers in different languages |
| It’s mac 10's, mac 11's, take 9's my click is dangerous |
| House shit, no super vision, rock true religions, |
| Don’t fuck with ringlet, let’s move piles |
| Don’t fucking play with the same guys |
| No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's |
| You dare with them, you fucking lay with them |
| We are for sure though, y’all haters are counterfeit |
| Everyday we calculate, yes we doing calculus |
| Make y’all haters run, just to show y’all deuces who’s house this is |
| Hustle when we make it count, y’all hustle don’t count for shit |
| Numbers low, numbers high, |
| Ain’t nobody fucking got it and you wonder why |
| Numbers high, numbers low |
| If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh |
| Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers |
| We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers |
| Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers |
| My watch shine, my piece flooded |
| My money right, it keep coming |
| Let me phone posits, coole site |
| Where them pennies once them bitches hurt my feet |
| If the lime from the dime, I might take a week |
| And I can fill a fucking duffle bag in my sleep |
| I’m getting it, I’m spending it, purple label shit limited |
| Dropping 9's, bringing back a dozen |
| Nigga that’s 3 hard extra onions |
| I take a 7 out, and put the 7 in |
| I drop the fish scale, and watch you still swimming |
| Shit backstrocking, it’s breast stroking |
| Turn ex smokers to new smokers |
| The shit raw, fiends smell it, they come soon as that pack open |
| I cook it soon as that brick open |
| They pay me soon as they shift over |
| I bag it up, drop it off, jump in the whip and I’m back floating |
| My younging, clap off, and they stay getting that tax off |
| Always, banging, no home training at all |
| Mid lie, winners lie, but numbers don’t so don’t act hard |
| I will have 30 niggas on your front porch, back yard |
| Numbers low, numbers high, |
| Ain’t nobody fucking got it and you wonder why |
| Numbers high, numbers low |
| If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh |
| Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers |
| We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers |
| Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers |
| My watch shine, my piece flooded |
| My money right, it keep coming. |