Numbers (Explicit)
Young Thug"Numbers (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Young Thug, 2015, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:11, 57 lines / 433 words.
Songtext
0:03Yeah
0:05Thugger Thugger
0:08Got my broadie London in this mothaf**ker man
0:09I'm tell ya this beat hard this one hard as f**k listen bro
0:14I go up up up and away
0:17And I got old hunnids they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
0:20Plus I'm the realest ni**a inside the A
0:27And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
0:30And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
0:33And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
0:38I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
0:41Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
0:43Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
0:47F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
0:50I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
0:54I'm doing numbers
0:55I got bands in the bando
0:56And I'm beating David Banner
0:58And I'm smoking on cabana
1:00Leanin moving slow as grandma
1:02Motor running spit them commas now it's thunder
1:06Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
1:09Yeah baby Thugger Thugger hungry yes I'm hungry
1:14Young Thugger got the munchies
1:16All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
1:19Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
1:27P**sy ni**a know they can vomit
1:29I'm growing green me and chi-chi no pet
1:32I'm chasing dreams Free Meek Milly
1:35And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
1:39And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
1:42And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
1:47I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
1:49Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
1:52Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
1:55F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
1:59I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
2:02I'm doing numbers
2:05I'mma tell 'em one time
2:16I can read your mind
2:18Pop pop pop pop pop then start riding
2:22Brand new 24's b**ch on climb
2:26You's a busta mothaf**ka rhymes
2:28No Sticky fingers no porcupine
2:33Genius I'll chase the day
2:35Wait let me pick up his remains
2:39Hey let them gators get their prey
2:43Hold up hold up wait
2:44And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
2:47And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
2:51And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
2:55I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
2:58Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
3:00Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
3:04F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
3:08I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
3:11I'm doing numbers
Yeah Thugger Thugger Got my broadie London in this mothaf**ker man I'm tell ya this beat hard this one hard as f**k listen bro I go up up up and away And I got old hunnids they wrinkled like a Shar Pei Plus I'm the realest ni**a inside the A And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers I got bands in the bando And I'm beating David Banner And I'm smoking on cabana Leanin moving slow as grandma Motor running spit them commas now it's thunder Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger Yeah baby Thugger Thugger hungry yes I'm hungry Young Thugger got the munchies All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit P**sy ni**a know they can vomit I'm growing green me and chi-chi no pet I'm chasing dreams Free Meek Milly And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers I'mma tell 'em one time I can read your mind Pop pop pop pop pop then start riding Brand new 24's b**ch on climb You's a busta mothaf**ka rhymes No Sticky fingers no porcupine Genius I'll chase the day Wait let me pick up his remains Hey let them gators get their prey Hold up hold up wait And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers
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