Numbers (feat. Tony Lxve)
BigMars
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One, two, three, four, five, I ain’t letting up i don’t show signs. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I don't f*ck with twelve I don’t like them Eleven, thirteen, fourteen, I hold it down for my whole team Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream One, two, three, four, five, I ain’t letting up i don’t show signs. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I don't f*ck with twelve I don’t like them Eleven, thirteen, fourteen, I hold it down for my whole team Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream Black jeans black, hoodie on they might shoot me for the color of my skin tone Lean back, no seatbelt on car is bumping loud I can’t hear the ringtone They might pull me over just cus, they don’t love us they don’t trust us F*ck em all we don’t trust fuzz and they hold these like a trust fund All my days feeling real long Gotta bae look like Nia Long And she's black and white like it’s Sia on Too hot to handle when i see her on Said I’m coming back, I won’t be that long She said baby I don’t wanna be alone She know the lyrics to all my songs Got me thinking has it really been that long I had to show em who run it, making a statement at every show Im only accepting blue hundreds, they're matching the mood what I’m feeling hoe Can’t get a high i been sitting low, don’t even matter how much I smoke I be numb as f*ck i can’t feel my toes, only commas u get be the comatose Can’t wait till they begging for more though Bakery open got more dough Pull up with hoes in a four door Im spreading my wings let me soar hoe Pull up and skurt on yo momma Im eating the beat Benihana Want me to get right behind her Im making her hot like a sauna, uh One, two, three, four, five, I ain’t letting up i don’t show signs. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I don't f*ck with twelve I don’t like them Eleven, thirteen, fourteen, I hold it down for my whole team Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream One, two, three, four, five, pull up with my niggas hope ya'll wanna die Aye, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, running out of time until they let me in My girl thick and she lesbian but she’ll let me hit and hit her friend I’m a gentlemen, so I respect the game but I’d kill these lames till a nigga win Aye eleven, twelve, nah nigga f*ck it I’m just coming you large army keep them by the hundreds, guns on me bout to get the gunning I’m with trill niggas everybody wanted, know my time is coming so I focus on it And ain’t no cutting corners Imma fornicate on these pussy rappers And cut the cake when I kill these bastards Like one day Gun play Wait till I hop the jet, I do not see who is next I gotta get it on gang, I gotta get it on gang We gone bust out of the frame I got my foot on they neck, I got my foot on they neck and that’s off of the rip Nigga, who harder than this, point em out so we can toe to toe Bitch, f*ck em
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