| Nobody can eat, nobody can sleep
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| It’s money on the creep when you fucking with the streets
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| But the goons pull up on you, start popping in your Jeep
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| 'Cause they heard you profit ends and they see you looking sleek
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| Nobody should run, nobody should hide
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| Nobody should kill, nobody should die
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| Nobody’s nobody, somebody rise
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| The streets is like grease so somebody get fried
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| I’m yelling at the lord but I really need to sigh
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| And take a deep breath, I’m on the defence
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| I’m on the offense, you can see the paw prints
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| You fucking with a wolf, is this making more sense?
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| Don’t you get me all tense, I will leave you all drenched
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| I hit the starting five then I get the call bench
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| You fucking with the loc’s and I’m fucking with my ghost
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| And you could ask the streets who they fucking with the most
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| You can pray for me don’t know if the prayer count
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| I don’t even give a fuck just light up a spare ounce
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| You wanna help me out then get on the spare count
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| But you can’t see the list of the people I gotta get
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| I gotta ask myself how evil I gotta get
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| If I want a B, how much diesel I gotta get
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| I’d rather flip fruit and spit on a sick lute
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| Chuck the deuce, getting high while I fly in a six coupe
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| It’s the tune of survival
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| Tryna preach peace but wicked is the saliva
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| Light got bright but I didn’t put down the visor
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| Got real swamped and focused on getting wiser
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| Looking at the sky 'cause god is the advisor
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| Need the peace plug and god is the supplier
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| I’m a warrior and buyer
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| Tryna stay cool 'cause I’m baptised in the fire
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| If you wanna die maybe you die to be born again
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| I can see the angels and the demons, yeah all of them
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| I was on the corners but I wasn’t getting cornered in
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| I was thinking business even standing there and loitering
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| I was thinking enterprise, car rental, Enterprise
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| Hima in it, big bag of smoke and a dinner pie
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| Call me ghost, really not the one to identify
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| I’m about peace, pull this nine though, ten’ll fly
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t
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| Men die, women die, numbers don’t
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| What you think I’m tryna hit my number for?
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| I said what you think I’m tryna hit my number for? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Numbers Don't Lie , by - Styles P. Song from the album PRESENCE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп