Big Sant
Текст песни Numbers

How you're feeling?
Do you feel alright?

Yeah yeah
Yeah yea
Yeah yeah
Yeah yea
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
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Oh

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