Numbers歌词

作词 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
作曲 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes
Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this *********er man
I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as **********, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest ********** inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey **********s
I got plenty ammo for your family **********
Ammo for these *********** *********as
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
********** ********** tripping I get prison and ********** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers

I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder
Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
*********** ********** know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
But I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey **********s
I got plenty ammo for your family **********
Ammo for these *********** *********as
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
********** ********** tripping I get prison and ********** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers

I'm a tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, ********** on climb
You's a busta, *********a rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey **********s
I got plenty ammo for your family **********
Ammo for these *********** *********as
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
********** ********** tripping I get prison and ********** your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers