Big Sant - Numbers lyrics

rate me

How you’re feeling?

Do you feel alright?

Yeah yeah

Yeah yea

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Yeah yea

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Lonely the kings of the underground with the boy

Label me a torch carrier treat us on the fortune the .. burry us

Be hit and be ready ... and my weapons told me the steady

No miss is the ..and bring the game set em free

Goes ex em who the haters the hottest spitter dollar heatin’ no

People make assumptions I wanna make to swallow

She looking for a tree and get on my sleep dollar

I want my money never get it like a handkerchief

Take a trip double put ever the .. on the basic shit,

Question me behind the double tree is just making work,

Hands on the knee, she make it twerk, make it hurt,

We run the earth, like the black market sale

whatever saw the devil don’t see us as a speak targets

uh from real up, Mississippi bread young gorilla

I probably vain nothing iller,

The only nigga in my circle above the Jack dealer,

Listen don’t nothing riff, and playin chip-chop

Bout to be the next up, watch me stink something in your fingers

So you .. even the OGs can best up,

Tired of rap niggas, I’m seeking and tired of rap niggas

Can’t playin a rap nigga that match figure actors

you ain’t that nigga,

but I do this for the hustlers, bowlers

gangstas cat pillas, taking that nigga

‘cause you’ve been sleeping on me anywhere

Prayin’ that you wake up soon in the day,

See ‘em to country all, girl you bump as Jay

So I’ma let you niggas bump your J

Mother*ckers can’t rhyme no more

About .. Big Sant go hard mother*cker that bro