Lyrics:
Number one pon me radar
Girl you know me wanna come by
Take you for a long ride
Girl you know these feelings don't lie
I'm number one for your radar
Girl
it's a numbers song
Well I think you're hurting it's feelings
Poor salamander, anyway, let's get back to it
How do you spell 4?
F O U R
How do you
All I see is Commas, Number, and Colors
Fifty's, and Hundreds
Fifty's, and Hundreds
Ooohhhh!
All I see is Commas, Numbers, and Colors
Five, Ten,
yo it ain't worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn't work
Your life was f***ed up from the first day of birth
After
Let's fuck, again
Till dawn, again
I'm drunk, again
You're stoned, again
Let's f*ck, again
Till dawn, again
The more I try to keep on headin'
no 3ny3 wo f3.
3ny3 s3 wo ade3 no na 3y3 me d3 , na i wan marry you obaa e , but 3ne me nn3
Shordy seh she ah mi number one
She i'm the only one,
of f***ing suicide
Pre chorus
F**k all my feelings now I can't relate
F**k all of our memories all they were was fake
Chorus
Delete my number and please
the wrist
Don't know what to call it? Call it a hit
Don't know what to call it? Call it a hit
The number one tournament kid
Do music now, so I'm sorta legit
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
see is numbers I don't f-cking waste time n-gga
All I do is numbers call me 789!
You gon' lose a lot of people when you better yourself
It's a cold game
We outside, though
Numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Man, uh
Good job
a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E (uh, JT)
Pink pussy, pink coupe, no roof
Made him eat my pussy
with the first lady?
Let's go half on this baby
Inner thighs thick so when we f*** you must put me in a swiss ho'
Room 704 f*** they mad at me
Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life
Those same mistakes keep callin' us back, pullin' us in
What the f***'s wrong with n****s?
[Chorus:]
Top floor type s***
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
F*** a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
Shit nigga i guess they made number two, huh
Bitch I'm from the Stinc Team
Bleed team, ring ring, ding ding
Actin' like I ain't kick down your
Door
is Freddie F-O-X-X-X
And guess what's next
[KRS-One]
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi
357S and mac 11s
You can go see yo dawgs up in heaven
When I submit a hit they cold stepin
No serial number cold weapons
Cold Weapons
Cold Weapons
marry the trap, Let's have a stag-do
And f*ck mad hoes and tell the game that we had too
Rule Number two: Follow number one
Never stress bout a bitch ,
a
Bachelor party
Smokin, drankin, freakin, shit can turn into a
Slumber party
You can't meet my mama ah uh but here go my
Number shawty
When you feelin
Course I love you.. I love all why'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this
You used to blow my phone up
You used to blow my phone up
But now you got no love for me
Yea I f*cked it all up
And now we got no trust
Girl I
having tools
All of this ice of my jews
These n*ggas drinking the juice
F*ck a n*gga b*tch I don't need a conversation
Bankroll gotta lotta numbers that's
Money so long f*** around kop me some land aye
My life a movie imma boss baby
On the paper route I'm feelin like dolph baby
Keep a stick on me like I play
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