Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Numb My Legs , by - UnoTheActivist. Release date: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Numb My Legs |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| (One-hundred percent Juice) |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| Ooh |
| (Uno, I killed it) |
| Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, that bih gonna spit like a llama, you dig? |
| I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead, |
| yeah |
| Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah |
| Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah |
| Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah |
| Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah |
| Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty |
| Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax fee |
| She wanna ride on the top of that dick like some mofuckin' pegs (Like a |
| Mongoose) |
| Stop all that mockin', you know that we thuggin', get hit with the lead |
| I cannot speak on that nigga 'cause he cannot hear shit, he dead |
| I put my dick in her mouth and I told her now fuck what she said (Suck it) |
| Don’t hang wit' no new niggas, I think these niggas really some fags |
| I’m eatin' at Bossanova wit' some bosses |
| Pour my oil like I been drinkin' some coffee (Wooh) |
| Now it’s back to the mofuckin' pesos |
| Roll a fat Backwood and mofuckin' taste it |
| Now my dick in her mouth, gotta taste it |
| Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, that bih gonna spit like a llama, you dig? |
| I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead, |
| yeah |
| Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah |
| Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah |
| Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah |
| Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah |
| Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty |
| Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax fee |
| I like bitches paid like they weighed that’s the reason why I like my old stick |
| Raf Simons on from last year and my Cuban link worth three bricks |
| Sixty thousand off two licks |
| I can get that out of one bitch |
| But I always get three or better |
| House full of fours like a Quinceañera |
| Sauce got it, I’m a young gangster, got mob ties like the Goodfellas |
| Nigga diss me, I’ma make it rain on him all year, fuck a umbrella |
| I’ma smash anything, 'bout my respect if that’s how I get the cheddar |
| Flava made a nigga rich forever |
| Bitch hit for fifties takes a large letter |
| Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, (Oowee) that bih gonna spit like a llama, |
| you dig? |
| (Yeah) |
| I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead, |
| yeah (Hey) |
| Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah (Oowee) |
| Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah (Blatt) |
| Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah |
| Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah (Rackaid) |
| Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty |
| Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax |