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it all
Tell me what these bitches want from me
Pull up
Hop up in the spaceship
Im fuckin wit the numbers like the matrix
All these mofucka's so

hit every foul I hit every goal you'll get a penalty
And there will be plenty

Start it up nigga go run up my numbers
Start it up it won't be the end

number, trust me she was a dime
So I approached her real smooth, you know how I spit game
And I said Imma need your number but first tell me your name
First

"unfollowing"
Lose my number, and home address
Free my heart so I can be my best
This is how I rescue me
You can watch me doing better
Flying free
In summer

four plus four
Add a couple of cupboards and you've got me
And a number of houseplants for company
Did you do the thing that you've been planning to?

eyes tell your whole story, boy
I've seen all of your colors
I paint you by the number of times
I've wished that you had done me right
Bathe you in light

Open up, here's the best of me
I gotta put my time in studying, yeah
'Cause your body's testing me

You gave me your number
I gave you my keys

a condition, this gas, my stu my therapy
Top five
I'm number one, I'm one of one, ain't no comparisons
Name another one, I'm one of one, ain't no one comparing

about it till you looking at em from that top woah
Tell me if you in or not
You can't ride with me if you're gon hit me when my number's pop
Only care

It's always a vibe with Julz
Ohh yeah baby lion ohh

Mans on chill anywhere I dey i dey spend no dey calculate
Numbers numbers
We dey give vibe

like where you been
Was calling yo phone
Matter of fact don't tell me
I don't want to know
Blocking yo number
Won't answer to talk
You thought you could

Ya
Mod
Moden
Fuck a nigga up
Modena Music
Met a bad bitch down at the beach
Wrote her number on my palm, took her out to eat
She let me hit it, ugh,

Count me one by one
When you see me in the bright lights, bright lights
And they'll know who's number 1
When they see me in the bright lights, bright

Doing them numbers, I'm stacking that paper
You know how I'm coming
I'm stacking that paper, You know how I'm coming
I'm running them numbers up

(Yondo music)
What's your name
See you standing there hey mama can I get your number
Shorty really got the block hot on God
It's like a lil miniature

Number 1 rule about me is I play to win
I been staying humble feel like people forgot about me
Got to stay on my grind for the win
Imma say it again

Call my dawgs
We getting even tonight
We bout to clean em tonight
Take the number plates off
Put the balaclava on
We getting even tonight
We bout

numbers at a show
Didn't know I should the limitations
Now you're always on my phone
Won't leave me alone, begging for attention
We were Gucci at the start

Pillow could talk, the freaky tales it would say
Number one sancho so you can't relate
Pacheco's that young playboy that y'all can't checkmate
Ask

Used to
Know ya whole damn phone number just by heart
Used to
Write you corny DMs in the dark
Used to
Tag you in a meme or send you gifs
Used to
Love

you a feature
You better watch out cause I'm on the radar
You better listen and write this on a paper
I don't do no talking I just look at the numbers

they numbers ain't adding up
Bitch, i got a pocket of dirty blues
Bitch , i got a pocket of dirty blues
Oh , i got a pocket of dirty blues
Bitch, i got

who you be?
I gatz to know, wetin you carry, wey heavy so
Baby just lemme know..

What's your name? Where you from?
Can I have your number? Make I fit

wonder
If you and I could work I gotta run some numbers
I've been thinking ahead did I step wrong
Too many thoughts shouldn't of planned it all along
But