Belly - Num8ers lyrics

[Belly - Num8ers lyrics]

OG all in my blunt
Twenty cars all in the front
Fifty G's I made this week
Hundred hoes all wanna fuck
Too faded, fuck control
Five pills, I fucking roll

One dysfunctional family
Nah we wasn't no Huxtables
Eight years that pops got
That shit killed my fucking soul
I swear that day they took my heart
Felt like I died real fucking slow
So I got high, out my mind
A thousand times when shit got low
We was married to the game
Til that bitch got old
Expensive ass ho, let it be
Now you know why the bitch ain't never free
She going in for the kill, let her eat
And I met her doing drugs, chemistry
So dope, amphetamine
She make it all okay, ketamine
Anyone ever loved her, enemy
I'm getting gum, tryna make new memories

We ain't invited, we just invaded
Suede seats, she's been persuaded
OG, she's been sedated
Huh, this bitch is faded
Look, they say they ain't scared
But I know they shook
When I say love in the air
I'm probably talking bout the kush
Okay now let's start, less talk
How the fuck they shooting
Blanks at this Kevlar
It's okay they slept on me
They'll be awake for the best part
And I'm on the loudest shit
You probably couldn't even get an ounce of it
And I just went through a pound of it
You ain't got kush, that's counterfeit bitch
I'm the right guy for that wrong love
Adderalls and them long blunts
Popping M's in my penthouse
Taking slow sips out that tall cup
Pour it up til we breathe slow
Yeah bitch I'm just getting warmed up
And bet she wanna tell me to stop but
She like it more when I'm on drugs

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