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Damn, shit, yee hee. Ayy. Goddamn. Shit. Shit. Shit, ayy, fuck, You a good girl, Why you wanna hang with the thugs? Damn, shit. Ayy, is it 'cause I pop hella Rosé in the club? Shit. Ayy, maybe 'cause a young nigga on, I done came up. Yee hee. Fuck with me, I'll light these Motherfuckers up. Ayy, oh my God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Oh my God, damn, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. God, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. Oh my God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Yee I was juggin' so hard, had to put The rap shit to the side. Ayy, fuck, shit. I don't bang no motherfuckin' colors in the Bay, We mine. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy. Got laced by the OGs. Yee hee. Now I'm movin' hella OGPs. Goddamn. Fuck the police. Ooh. Got Xans, got white, got lean. Goddamn. I'm eatin' chicken and rice. Open the brick with the knife. Oh, what a hell of a night. I'm on a red-eye flight. Until the Mayweather fight. Ayy. I got them Pacquiaos. Give me your credit card, I'ma max it out. I'm a pimp, ho. You know I need that. I'm not your boyfriend, I'm a real match. God. Glock.40 thang, that's my chill strap. Ooh. You know that's everywhere that I chill at. I'm on some boss shit. I'm on a yacht Today. You know I'm talkin' money, I got a Lot to make. Shut up, bitch, you always got A lot to say. If you ain't suckin' dick, Then you can walk today. I'm in the Grand Coupe, I feel amazin'. Damn. Don't come bullshit and I charge for Conversation. When it come to money, don't got a Lot of patience. I'm eatin' chow mein and my Bitch is Asian. Ayy. You a good girl, why you wanna hang with The thugs? Damn, shit. Ayy, is it 'cause I pop hella Rosé in The club? Shit. Ayy, maybe 'cause a young nigga on, I done Came up. Yee Fuck with me, I'll light these motherfuckers up. Ayy, oh my God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Oh my God, damn, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. God, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. Oh my God. God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Yee hee. I'm in the trap house movin' work, Sold out. Goddamn, a good day. Ayy. Bad bitches, red bottoms, Louis bags, sniffin' up the whole place. Nudy jeans, Y3. Good weed, purple lean, murder scene. Shit. Steve Lean on the beat. Glock.40, red beam. Yee hee. All my niggas get it in. Yeah. Free my niggas in the pen. They just gave my nigga ten. God. He kept it solid, didn't snitch. Ayy. I seen them Rollas hit the fence. Yee I fucked around and dropped my fifth. Shit. I got your main bitch to lift. Shit. She a pro at suckin', goddamn. I'm bendin' corners with the top down. Like my corn niggas, I am hot now. Shout out G, baby. Bitch, I'm gettin' money like a Freemason. Ayy. To these hoes, I'm an asshole. All I care about is cash flow. Shit. Ducked off with my hat low. Shit. No clientele, what you trap for? Yee What the fuck? You a good girl, why you wanna hang with The thugs? Damn, shit. Ayy, is it 'cause I pop hella Rosé in The club? Shit. Ayy, maybe 'cause a young nigga on, I done Came up. Yee hee. Fuck with me, I'll light these motherfuckers up. Ayy, oh my God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Oh my God, damn, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. God, I can't feel my face. Oh my God. Oh my God. God. Shit, I can't feel my face. Yee hee. Damn, Shit. hee. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Ayy. Shit. Yee hee, hee. Damn. Yee hee. God. Oh my God. God. Shit. Yee hee, hee,
Larry June — Numb, Pt. 2
«Numb, Pt. 2» — Larry June. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:40. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
