Lyrics:
on the fone (mm, mm)
If I lose my fone everybodys f'ed (yh, yh)
But you can talk
Are u still speaking to my man (yh whatever)
You're still speaking to him init?
test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
handled, homie
Got a pretty young girl look like Janet on me
She a pretty penny and she know I'm doing numbers
Till we crash up the whole database
I
is my sacrifice
Numbers on the board, running up the score, numbers on the board, running up the score
Numbers on the board, running up the score,
a fantasy, those gurlz
It was Kim, Dalesa, Vanessa, Rene
I don't love **** or respect what they say
Hey yeah, that's life
The Pound comin' through, get the F
Yeah
Hadda get right
Dub
What up spitz?
All damn night
24 Hours I’m a stay up, tell em f*** boys they could wait up
This is not sega you can’t play
Ain't no tellin wat they might do
So I'm gonna just stay out their motha f&%$#! white view
Dippin' in an outta town
Gotta get a hundred thou
Even if
cuff me, I'm sippin 2-11
Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner and put you in heaven
Lucky number 667, I mean 666
I got six clips to the fuckin'
ta ghanjibha
Dertha ana f 3ini o halef ta ghanjibha
Anweli number uno fl meghrib
Anweli superhero west driba
Bach njibha khas nkoon wajed
Bach njibha
(Oh My God Is That Louie)
N****s Cappin (We Clutchin!)
Keep standing
F*****g h**s all day we winning (Woo)
Finna be lit, We at the senate (Aye)
with the first lady?
Let's go half on this baby
Inner thighs thick so when we f*** you must put me in a swiss ho'
Room 704 f*** they mad at me
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (keep bangin')
To all the ladies in
that's the number one Young Money no-no
Police, we don't chat with them
We ain't got no rap for them
You in the cop car pointin' niggas out from
participated I'm like f*** all them other kids
Like I don't owe you child s*** when I make it big
But a little respect, f*** what y'all really expect
Never
you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-be , O-L-O
you-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
《我们一起闯（国际新春版）》
表演者：如狮添翼（伯远/都筑雄哉/井汲大翔/赖耀翔/原部凌/羽生田挙武/佐藤永翔/张璋）
中文作词：小野福
英文作词：光希Koki
作曲: Alyssa Ayaka Ichinose, SQVARE, Sean Michael Alexander @NUMBER K
get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you want to know about
Then you call up and it's her
bread up
Talking down on the dead
Quickest way to get wet up
And rule number ten
Always do you
F opinions
This the shit we live by
This the shit we live
to the catalogue, heavy hitters had the song
niggas showin' no feelings and me, got 'em camoflauged
(F'real baby) you little babies so emotional
And tip-toe around
the shores
G All I F know is G what I C see and C staying F here is G fools Am gold
Found myself on a sunny shore, Pacific Highway number one
Late at night
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
This trip, this flip
I’ma get the count right
Do my numbers man, why your baker count light
Thta work you put out, that was stepped on
My shit raw dope,
the only cure
Girl I already f&$ked you
But I’m still wanting more.
And then I say
Chorus
I Gotta be your number one
And never ever number two
Cause
or sports
It applies to every, every
Every aspect of a man's life
Number one: you take care of your family
Rule number two: you don't mess
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