Lyrics:
And though she couldn't have known til I was born
My poor mother, God rest her soul
Oh, like them I come out diggin'
Well I was laying down wire on Number
I told my brother let's stick to the vision (uh-huh)
Before you know it, we ran up them digits (uh-huh)
Number one rule, never fall for no bitches
tip and add one to the number on the sign
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her
Hey, how ya doin'? Yeah, it's me
Thought for sure you'd see my number and let it ring
Did you know Sorry was a town?
Well, you don't believe where
weigh 280 why the hell
She wearin' them tight ass shorts?"
Gave me her number
Told me "Let's go hang out
One of these days" i said "Okay" "Man
When she
numba 1 on the shelf,
number one on the streets,
number one on the net yea I'm numba one bitch please
don't foreget. I roll my own script you don't got
Did ya find my number cos' you wanna fight?
Did ya dial me from your throne?
Did ya call me up cos' you're bored with life,
And you're feeling all
Read receipts, it ain't important
If the energy's in orbit
Get the dunk, I'm speaking Jordans
(Bang my line)
It ain't a map of the numbers behind us
babe I knew you were the one but
You did me wrong so that took out all the fun but
Don't forget I'm your number one love baby
Don't forget I was your
time to have sexxa
Look how ya got me I don worked up a sweat
Calling my number cause no one do it better
Got you at home at night writing me letters
Excuse me excuse me
I be the poetry man that was sent here by the WWBCC fanclub
You called the number 1 900 GET DA BOOT and you asked
a nigga scare you, cock it back and make 'em feel you
Them bullets they flyin' like birdies
I'm sweatin', I'm cookin' a bird
My trap do numbers like
I fall
But I'll be making the most
Of a bad situation
Till my number is called
Sometimes I swear I've come out on top
In this ill conceived contract
Oriwo yeah
Akiika
Oritse Femi oo (Musical taliban number 1)
Yeeee
Every night and day I just dey give a lot of thanks and praises to Almighty Jah
it for sure
Ready to go all in
Ain't gon' be no falling
I deleted all the numbers of them girls out my phone
Might die if u leave (swear I can't
what did y'all do?
I got a thottie shaking up the room
Yo Keem, who that Bri bitch?
Give me that number, so I can beat it
I see the opps, I start
on 16th smellin like a (*jew*)
I'm the number one stunna when it comes to the east
In the Jag with the .40 cal under the seat
Nigga this is my block, Name
rubbing my cunt
Send me a key to unlock me a bomb
We don't care about tongue
We got the numbers but don't want the sum
These days got me in a slump
of the weight start to stack up lil boy
Check getting senile guess them numbers start to add up lil boy
I can run three miles guess my lungs haven't blacked up
What ya lookin' at, I don't want yo phone number (Boy please whatever)
Bwok bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok bwok chicken heads (Boy please whatever)
Bwok
stress
I ain't say it don't come with pain, couple losers gon' come with game
They ain't eating, got stomach pains, they callin' you but your number
what you need
Give you right what you want
Girl I want you to be
Be my number one
You got what I want
You got what I want
You divine, divide
And don't
lie to you
And Ill never put you number two
I like those girls
I like, I like those girls
Im shooting my shot at those girls
I like, I like those girls
*(Poppa L.Q.)*
(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
Tryin to touch a quick one, number one ???
Turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't
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