Numbers
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โฑ๏ธ 1:46 duration
๐ ID: 9374306
๐ Lyrics
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
Put a one on it, threw the testers out at noon
One o'clock friends coming back like, "Nigga, give me two"
PlayStation 3 serving knocks at the Dough friends
Know I got Nick Steady coming up with both
Five, four, T, five, seven, five jeans
In the spot serving rocks thinking bout a six speed
Groose a seven up with a 7-mile slug
Coney off a 8-mile steel hungry ass fuck
Nine on my waist banging past a knife preset
Top ten zone ain't new but look decent
Niggas on that weak shit, so I keep a weapon
You fuck wth Danny Brown, turn this bitch to 9-11
Riding on the east side heater on the seat
Linwood nigga got love for 12th Street
Nigga fuck the hook, never closing up shop
Drill three school zone, schoolhouse rock
Make you kiss the heater, fuck what you heard
If it ain't about numbers, then it ain't about words
Let's go!
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
If one nigga trip, two of y'all getting knocked out
Last nigga flip got three of his teeth knocked out
Baby mama screaming like, "What you fighting for?"
Introduce the five fingers when his ass met the floor
Six million ways to die, two-seven
Eight in a revolver nine steps from heaven
Ten on three watch it forward to 11
12s banging in a cutty, hustle like a Mexican
Heart like a crack baby, fresh out the cross the house
He the cock looking for the one that turned his mama out
What a thug about 38 snub boat
Get locked, don't snitch, child hog rub 'bout
We had bitches blowing by the boat
One bag rats on your head like Rambo
One nigga make the four-four blow
This is it Luchini like Camp Low (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12)
Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
Put a one on it, threw the testers out at noon
One o'clock friends coming back like, "Nigga, give me two"
PlayStation 3 serving knocks at the Dough friends
Know I got Nick Steady coming up with both
Five, four, T, five, seven, five jeans
In the spot serving rocks thinking bout a six speed
Groose a seven up with a 7-mile slug
Coney off a 8-mile steel hungry ass fuck
Nine on my waist banging past a knife preset
Top ten zone ain't new but look decent
Niggas on that weak shit, so I keep a weapon
You fuck wth Danny Brown, turn this bitch to 9-11
Riding on the east side heater on the seat
Linwood nigga got love for 12th Street
Nigga fuck the hook, never closing up shop
Drill three school zone, schoolhouse rock
Make you kiss the heater, fuck what you heard
If it ain't about numbers, then it ain't about words
Let's go!
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
If one nigga trip, two of y'all getting knocked out
Last nigga flip got three of his teeth knocked out
Baby mama screaming like, "What you fighting for?"
Introduce the five fingers when his ass met the floor
Six million ways to die, two-seven
Eight in a revolver nine steps from heaven
Ten on three watch it forward to 11
12s banging in a cutty, hustle like a Mexican
Heart like a crack baby, fresh out the cross the house
He the cock looking for the one that turned his mama out
What a thug about 38 snub boat
Get locked, don't snitch, child hog rub 'bout
We had bitches blowing by the boat
One bag rats on your head like Rambo
One nigga make the four-four blow
This is it Luchini like Camp Low (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.38] One, two, three, four, five
[00:06.52] Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
[00:08.22] Put a one on it, threw the testers out at noon
[00:10.53] One o'clock friends coming back like, "Nigga, give me two"
[00:13.78] PlayStation 3 serving knocks at the Dough friends
[00:16.03] Know I got Nick Steady coming up with both
[00:18.61] Five, four, T, five, seven, five jeans
[00:21.12] In the spot serving rocks thinking bout a six speed
[00:24.23] Groose a seven up with a 7-mile slug
[00:26.48] Coney off a 8-mile steel hungry ass fuck
[00:29.37] Nine on my waist banging past a knife preset
[00:32.25] Top ten zone ain't new but look decent
[00:34.79] Niggas on that weak shit, so I keep a weapon
[00:37.43] You fuck wth Danny Brown, turn this bitch to 9-11
[00:39.97] Riding on the east side heater on the seat
[00:42.86] Linwood nigga got love for 12th Street
[00:45.35] Nigga fuck the hook, never closing up shop
[00:47.73] Drill three school zone, schoolhouse rock
[00:50.65] Make you kiss the heater, fuck what you heard
[00:53.04] If it ain't about numbers, then it ain't about words
[00:55.60] Let's go!
[00:56.06] One, two, three, four, five
[00:57.17] Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
[00:58.61] If one nigga trip, two of y'all getting knocked out
[01:01.48] Last nigga flip got three of his teeth knocked out
[01:03.85] Baby mama screaming like, "What you fighting for?"
[01:06.32] Introduce the five fingers when his ass met the floor
[01:09.23] Six million ways to die, two-seven
[01:11.71] Eight in a revolver nine steps from heaven
[01:14.47] Ten on three watch it forward to 11
[01:17.19] 12s banging in a cutty, hustle like a Mexican
[01:19.99] Heart like a crack baby, fresh out the cross the house
[01:22.59] He the cock looking for the one that turned his mama out
[01:25.72] What a thug about 38 snub boat
[01:27.93] Get locked, don't snitch, child hog rub 'bout
[01:30.88] We had bitches blowing by the boat
[01:33.25] One bag rats on your head like Rambo
[01:36.54] One nigga make the four-four blow
[01:38.70] This is it Luchini like Camp Low (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12)
[01:45.29]
[00:06.52] Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
[00:08.22] Put a one on it, threw the testers out at noon
[00:10.53] One o'clock friends coming back like, "Nigga, give me two"
[00:13.78] PlayStation 3 serving knocks at the Dough friends
[00:16.03] Know I got Nick Steady coming up with both
[00:18.61] Five, four, T, five, seven, five jeans
[00:21.12] In the spot serving rocks thinking bout a six speed
[00:24.23] Groose a seven up with a 7-mile slug
[00:26.48] Coney off a 8-mile steel hungry ass fuck
[00:29.37] Nine on my waist banging past a knife preset
[00:32.25] Top ten zone ain't new but look decent
[00:34.79] Niggas on that weak shit, so I keep a weapon
[00:37.43] You fuck wth Danny Brown, turn this bitch to 9-11
[00:39.97] Riding on the east side heater on the seat
[00:42.86] Linwood nigga got love for 12th Street
[00:45.35] Nigga fuck the hook, never closing up shop
[00:47.73] Drill three school zone, schoolhouse rock
[00:50.65] Make you kiss the heater, fuck what you heard
[00:53.04] If it ain't about numbers, then it ain't about words
[00:55.60] Let's go!
[00:56.06] One, two, three, four, five
[00:57.17] Six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12
[00:58.61] If one nigga trip, two of y'all getting knocked out
[01:01.48] Last nigga flip got three of his teeth knocked out
[01:03.85] Baby mama screaming like, "What you fighting for?"
[01:06.32] Introduce the five fingers when his ass met the floor
[01:09.23] Six million ways to die, two-seven
[01:11.71] Eight in a revolver nine steps from heaven
[01:14.47] Ten on three watch it forward to 11
[01:17.19] 12s banging in a cutty, hustle like a Mexican
[01:19.99] Heart like a crack baby, fresh out the cross the house
[01:22.59] He the cock looking for the one that turned his mama out
[01:25.72] What a thug about 38 snub boat
[01:27.93] Get locked, don't snitch, child hog rub 'bout
[01:30.88] We had bitches blowing by the boat
[01:33.25] One bag rats on your head like Rambo
[01:36.54] One nigga make the four-four blow
[01:38.70] This is it Luchini like Camp Low (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven nine, ten, 11, 12)
[01:45.29]