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A “hey” or a “hi”
Will make our wigs fly
Crawling for crumbs,
We're the mice
Infesting your house
And the feet carrying you around
I’m the number
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin' to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin'
of coke
And then I said, "Goodnight" (night)
Dialed 9-9-9 (brrt)
Police locked her up, gave her intent to supply (bye)
Two hours late for school, but
into spiderwebs
So leave a message and I'll call you back
Wait for the beep you gotta leave your name
You gotta leave your number
Wait for the beep
You
wait for me to pass out
and in my pocket look what i found
i found the number of a girl that's better for me so i'll
wish ya luck cuz you wished it to me
wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow
It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you
They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's
begging for change
Growths an addiction boss up and condition your minds the magician
Your life’s not a game
It ain’t about fame
Mind your business
number
Can you just wait for a minute, wait for a minute
Can you just wait for a minute, wait for a minute, wait for a minute yeahhhhh yeah
Party
I lost my phone late last night
I went out and my battery died
I can't find my friends to call it
The only number I recall is
Yours
And now we're
myself, I can't find myself tonight
So I'll keep waiting for you, by your side
By your side, oh my heart is burning for you
By your side, oh I'll wait
baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin' witcha
Loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment
Number
Lemme get your number
Black jeans I see your bumper
Come here I want to know ya
Come here you can come closer
I see you on the roadside
believe it
Bitch, I be geekin and doing my numbers
All bout the benjees I swear I'm not greedy
Im tired a talkin just wait till the summer
But we heating up
of doom was ringing in my head
Get up fella, and don't make no fuss
Put your clothes on, you gotta come with us.
To cell number seven
Cell number seven
no game (C'mon)
You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh)
Cause it's real out here (uh-huh)
So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time
Y'know?
he done turned to a op now
Wait, wait, bands up
I'm ten toes down when I stand up
They flex for the gram, can't put on for your mans
Swear these nigga
sometimes the truth hurts more
Number three, you treated me like your number one
Can't apologize enough for the stuff that I done
Think I realized I used you
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
(woo)
Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop (y'all couldn't)
I ain't got no rap friends left 'cause all the shit I pop (I don't)
And if y'all know
You're the only cure for my addiction
I wait for you to come on cos no one does it better
Soon as I get your picture I'ma put you on my sweater (Uh)
You
drained
Straight through your veins
That number 5
Straight through your heart
Emotions trained
I keep a lie
Stabbed in my chest
I can’t wait for
Lucky me
If they want my spot, then they gotta come for me
Just know I want this shit more than whatever it is you want from me
And the only
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