A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers (en) Lyrics
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You mad, nigga, your adrenaline
rushin', it feel like a bus,
but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling,
want me in my feelings, only
got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall
prescripted, fuck it
'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck
it, nigga, kill him, fuck
it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I
know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned
to a drummer
Walked him outside, now
he got the llama
I took that Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball
a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
Run up them numbers
OKC, you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on,
it get realer, yeah
Put a hundred thousand
in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies,
got some prodigies
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
Made it out the projects,
poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy
toppy on the seat
I make some calls, you
can't cop the fleet
Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause
the feds watchin' my tweets
Fuck it, run up them numbers
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles
(Sold all the bundles)
I paid off the debt to your honor
And went got some commas and
commas and commas (Racks)
You let it get to your head, yeah,
I remember when you was
a runner (You was a runner)
I heard you got snatched by the
feds, yeah, say you willin'
to tell 'em whatever (Yeah)
I still be killin' in projects,
even though I been
runnin' them numbers up
They used to tell me I'm not
next, I'm like look at me
now, I'm in front of them
And I just hope you never set me
up, my lifestyle too irregular
And I don't know how I'ma
trust again, I swear
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in a Cayenne
(Speed off in a Cayenne)
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
Have a pool party with the posse
(Pool party with the posse)
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas don't
where the drop at (Uh)
They won't want us ridin'
in the drophead
And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'
I took the Maybach where the J's at
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