Lyrics:
Told you not to be afraid
We touched and when your smile turned to a blush
[Incomprehensible]
I had to get to know your name
Then I got your number
grab a lady, know what I'm saying
Trust me
Shaped like an hourglass, hello
What's your name and number let me know (c'mon)
You're the baddest thing
breathing
Right on key, broken straps trapped in captain
That's playing just for me.
And this is so typical and raised by the arm of me
So dance
Lonely all the world I see there's a ripple in your mind
Far beyond the grass I grasp the first thing that I find
Numbers march across the sky in
Sometimes you can't go back
By why'd you have to go
And make a mess like that
Well I just have to say before I let go
Have you ever been low
Have you
president
No one better then cold I'm a veteran
Leavin tha game with the flu and no medicine
Been raised by the number one hustler
I've been gettin it every
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
gone tell you we love ya
I'll watch you learn your abc's and your numbers
Can't wait to see all the things you'll discover
Fall turns to winter winter
Well I wrote a few songs and then the word got along
I was signing the line with my name
Well by the summer we hit with a rockin' number one
this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
before the double bed
When the carpets all were red
[Chorus]
Maybe at the traffic light
When I see that big white sign
Just by chance in my
our course
Or is it bound to fade away?
If murder's all the same
By any name you choose to say
Then freedom's purchased with a gun
Number
Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."
I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun.
Stealin' kisses wishin' I was
Just got another call from down at the station
They found lucky victim number 7
City of sin in the city of angels
Without a heaven
(Sunday sun
that already know ? my foes
I celebrate with a 3-by-3 ounces of mochaccino (Yeah yeah)
If you're for me ? don't even call me a hero
I'm just a simple man
I can turn back the hands of time,
You better believe I can, oh I
You see I can take the season's change just by waving my hand, let me say I
I can
indiscretion in our lives,
But I've been making mine count every night for a while.
I keep deleting your number and name from my cell phone,
But I call
surprise I cover up my eyes but I'm not tryin to hide Man you'll realize you can test it by the bitch
Especially when the chicken sayin â??Baby take thisâ??
even failed to have a woman given my number to call
Some say that life without a little shit is no life at all
Is no life at all
Even my pubic
quick-fast
You niggaz make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax
The body catches whip-lash from the shit that I'll spit fast
It's gon' be the number
so right
...I was evil
You go by the rules
But I do not
'Cause 666 is the number of my butt
Stole my first surfboard
At the age of 13
It was
cooking up the new hot seller
Putting that money in the bank like the teller
And this be the number one rank, let me tell you
It's 'bout that time, it's
blues
What's behind those baby blues right now
How far did you go deep down inside
Follow you heart don't live a lie
Life will pass you by in the blink
and waves
And finally teach these nobles
What it means to be slaves
Far more large in numbers
Better armed they came
But are it not our cities
That
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