20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go,
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20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go,
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Ben franlkin bank hoe,
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Backstroking on new hoes, you know
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Dropped the olds and got new clothes
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Now check a boy my calla, same thing with my lenses
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I like mgm and my benzes, and meek shit my women
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She don't speak in no English, and she don't eat pork
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My new bitch use chop sticks, she don't eat with a fork
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I'm throwing rocks at the wall, so everyday I ball
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You understand that language, when you out there slanging
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When you're taking them trips, looking over your shoulder
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I just run back a dub, stash box in the wall, let's work
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[Hook]
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Numbers low, numbers high,
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Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder why
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Numbers high, numbers low
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If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh
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Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers
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We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers
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Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers
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My watch shine, my piece flooded
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My money right, it keep coming
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Uno, dos, tres, quatro, ishi, ni, sun, chi, one, two, three to the fizor
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Whole bricks we flip dali, we get numbers in different languages
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It's mac 10's, mac 11's, take 9's my click is dangerous
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House shit, no super vision, rock true religions,
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Don't fuck with ringlet, let's move piles
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Don't fucking play with the same guys
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No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's
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You dare with them, you fucking lay with them
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We are for sure though, y'all haters are counterfeit
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Everyday we calculate, yes we doing calculus
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Make y'all haters run, just to show y'all deuces who's house this is
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Hustle when we make it count, y'all hustle don't count for shit
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[Hook]
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Numbers low, numbers high,
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Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder why
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Numbers high, numbers low
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If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh
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Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers
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We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers
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Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers
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My watch shine, my piece flooded
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My money right, it keep coming
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Let me phone posits, coole site
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Where them pennies once them bitches hurt my feet
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If the lime from the dime, I might take a week
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And I can fill a fucking duffle bag in my sleep
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I'm getting it, I'm spending it, purple label shit limited
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Dropping 9's, bringing back a dozen
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Nigga that's 3 hard extra onions
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I take a 7 out, and put the 7 in
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I drop the fish scale, and watch you still swimming
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Shit backstrocking, it's breast stroking
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Turn ex smokers to new smokers
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The shit raw, fiends smell it, they come soon as that pack open
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I cook it soon as that brick open
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They pay me soon as they shift over
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I bag it up, drop it off, jump in the whip and I'm back floating
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My younging, clap off, and they stay getting that tax off
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Always, banging, no home training at all
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Mid lie, winners lie, but numbers don't so don't act hard
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I will have 30 niggas on your front porch, back yard
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[Hook]
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Numbers low, numbers high,
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Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder why
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Numbers high, numbers low
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If the chicken right, then hurry up and get it oh
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Lado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbers
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We got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbers
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Been here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summers
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My watch shine, my piece flooded
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My money right, it keep coming.
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