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Numbers - Young Thug
Yeah

Thugger Thugger

Got my broadie London in this mothaf**ker man
I'm tell ya this beat hard this one hard as f**k listen bro

I go up up up and away
And I got old hunnids they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest ni**a inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana
Leanin moving slow as grandma

Motor running spit them commas now it's thunder

Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger

Yeah baby Thugger Thugger hungry yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies

All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon

Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit

P**sy ni**a know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and chi-chi no pet
I'm chasing dreams Free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers

I'mma tell 'em one time

I can read your mind

Pop pop pop pop pop then start riding

Brand new 24's b**ch on climb

You's a busta mothaf**ka rhymes
No Sticky fingers no porcupine

Genius I'll chase the day
Wait let me pick up his remains
Hey let them gators get their prey

Hold up hold up wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a
Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up
I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers