paroles de chanson Numbers (feat. Muja Messiah & Taylor J) - Prof
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
How
I'm
living
we
don't
tell
Without
getting
into
too
much
I
can
simply
tell
you
that
I'm
eating
well
All
these
women
ESL
I'ma
turn
up
on
the
L
I
think
I'ma
need
some
bail
I
could
never
catch
a
feel
I'ma
get
drunk
and
grab
the
wheel!
Hiawatha
pop
off
talking
Man
I
think
I
lost
control
I
lost
conscience,
driving
my
Datsun
Talk
about
rock
'n'
roll
My
drip
is
contagious
I'm
flipping
through
faces
It's
called
big
dick
energy,
pussy!
I'm
dirty
and
rotten
Considered
a
scoundrel
Player
two
has
entered
the
movie
I'll
say
the
shit
to
all
of
y'all,
just
wanna
say
I
got
one
crib,
two
whips,
two
fists,
focus,
I'm
on
my
way
Ay,
real
talk,
this
year
I
100%
paid
off
all
my
motherfucking
debt
And
also
I
forgot
to
deposit
a
$25,000
check
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
(Messiah)
I'ma
do
what
it
take
Move
it
or
lose
it,
or
move
out
the
way
(yeah)
Ain't
no
escape
Do
what
I
say,
or
get
punched
in
the
face
(punched
in
the
face)
That
ain't
a
threat
That
is
a
promise,
I
promise
you
that
Stick
up
the
pharmacy
tech
with
a
Tec
Run
up
a
bag,
run
up
a
check
Run
in
your
crib,
wearing
a
bib
Fuck
around,
eat
everything
in
your
fridge
Clean
out
your
cabinets
Hide
in
the
attic
Jump
out
and
scare
the
shit
out
of
your
bitch
(ha-ha)
Kidnap
your
dog,
show
up
at
your
job
Smacking
the
shit
out
of
you
and
your
boss
They
wanna
build
walls,
Neanderthals
But
we
got
a
ladder
to
get
us
across
The
coupe
got
dual
exhaust
With
two
Glocks
in
my
drawers
On
the
rooftop
of
the
Loft
Looking
like
2Pac
on
the
cross
(yeah)
I
lick
two
shots
at
the
law
Bulletproof
watch
got
it
popping
off
Brains
looking
like
goulash,
40
in
the
toolbox
Had
to
bury
homie
in
the
boondocks
(yeah)
Oh
my
God!
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
(Takeover
hey!)
Got
a
dub
in
the
tux
Spent
10
on
my
chain
Two
pocket
rockets
when
I'm
in
these
lanes
Niggas
be
hating,
but
niggas
be
lame
Bitches
know
Taylor,
and
you
ain't
the
same
Three
bitches
calling
me,
what
is
they
name?
Five
minutes
in,
they
giving
me
brain
In
the
back
of
the
six
'til
seven
or
eight
I
keep
me
a
nine,
my
money
too
straight
That's
profit
with
Prof
I
went
through
it
all
Some
problems
meant
for
the
money
to
solve
Some
niggas
meant
to
be
haters,
not
boss
Murderap
finally
linked
with
the
Paul
We
crazy
on
stage,
they
throwing
their
bras
You
throw
me
a
front,
I'ma
run
through
it
all
I
need
something
done,
I
just
make
me
a
call
And
now
you
just
food
for
my
dogs
Still
remember
the
days
I
was
broke
down
and
bitter
Couldn't
figure
nothing
out,
I'm
like
I'll
probably
never
get
up
But
in
my
mind,
I'm
like
if
I
grind,
I
know
l'll
get
it
I
gotta
shine,
I
gotta
get
mine,
fuck
it
I'm
with
it
Bought
a
new
Benz
Feeling
like
a
new
nigga
No
new
friends,
mine
went
to
school
with
me
Now
we
all
good,
nigga
might
spend
the
250
What
they
gonna
do
with
me?
Takeover
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
One
in
the
bag,
one
In
the
bank
One
in
the
trunk,
one
in
the
face
Two
in
the
whip,
pleading
the
fifth
Run
up
a
fade,
do
what
it
take
(Roll
the
blunts
up,
and
lets
get
right
back
at
'em)
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