| I get to that lucci then cash out
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| I hop in that foreign then smash out
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| We sip on that Act' till we pass out
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| Hit a bitch from the back till she pass out
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| I get to that guap and I cash out
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| Pussy nigga keep playin', get maxed out
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| Drink on the Act' till we pass out
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| Money talk, I bring the racks out
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| I’ma go ice out the watch and then buy me a drop just to shine for the summer
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| Lil nigga we doin' numbers
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| I’m thinkin' bout coppin' the Maybach
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| No I’m not taking the Wraith back
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| No I’m not taking i8 back
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| That nigga went broke, where his cake at?
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| My Datejust Rollie is bust down
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| My Day-Date Rollie is bust down
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| My Yacht-Master 2 is bust down
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| And my Skydweller is bust down
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| Don’t forget about the AP
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| I broke that lil bitch for the 8 g’s
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| And then I took that hoe to MickeyD’s
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| You gave that lil hoe all them hickeys, please
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| VS1's and it’s rose gold
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| Ice on me like snowstorm
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| Let the nigga know his hope gone
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| Nigga wanna keep the hope close (Phil)
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| I know niggas hate but I’m hardly trippin'
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| I just got a check now my fingers itchin'
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| Saint Laurents on my feet every time I kick it
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| And I don’t lace 'em up till I’m chasin' digits
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| Brazy chef in the kitchen just choppin' chickens
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| I’ma fiend for that green, I just gotta get it
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| Walka with me, I just keep it drippin'
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| Philthy tell these bitches, don’t play with pimpin'
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| Oh you know what is, my nigga
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| Before I go broke I go big
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| Might keep me a bird in the crib
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| Talkin' too much get you slid
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| Pussy play round with the kid and get smoked like ya Big
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| Rolex diamonds on me, shinin' like Stunna
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| Balmains on me, pockets full of new hundreds
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| They just ain’t gettin' up to get that runner
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| I might be the trillest ever on a Honda
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| My nigga we doin' calculus
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| My nigga we doin' algebra
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| Ain’t no off dates on the calendar
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| Bitches on schedule, Sunday is a caliper
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| Flippin' bitches like acrobatics
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| Just to fill the bags with the mathematics
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| Lost my youngin' it was so tragic
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| Had to slide for him just like Aladdin
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| I almost gave up on this rap shit
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| Boy I been paid off a bitch
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| Niggas tryna sell a dummy brick
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| I made 200 off of sellin' tits
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| I feel like Heff lil nigga
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| Runnin' outta gas lil nigga
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| I done seen the ghetto take out the best of niggas
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| You gotta be careful nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Numbers , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Hood Rich 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп