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margiela mase - numbers lyrics

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{hook: yung mase}
i got yo crib on my wrist
i’m drippin nigga don’t slip
when i went out i was givin no tip
new rollie i’m callin in sick
know i’m on top they can’t try mase
pushin speed demons all on the highway
and it’s never fold till i’m 6 feet under
we get to a bag you can see these numbers

{verse 1: yung mase & jaydre}
and this that codeine i sip (like what)
your girl she f-ck onna lisp
grillin i talk wit a lisp
my bro got the grip on his hip

margiela mase imma yung stunna
shawty she a skeez no i never loved her
pockets on coogie chicken changin colors
nigga you my seed tuck you in the covers

i swear that you are my seed
your b-tch she all on my feet
i f-ck her than i gotta leave
ice on my wrist you could check the degrees
i could just do all this shit in my sleep
i could just do all this shit in my sleep
i could just do all this shit in my sleep
i could just do all this shit in my sleep

rollin up woods of the pressure
pieces you won’t ever have in my dresser (my dresser)
ferragamo my waist nigga f-ck double gs
my pockets deep bundles all in my jeans
8th in my sock roll that b-tch in the kremes
head in the clouds im just chasin my dreams

i got like 50 racks up in my jeans
i got yo b-tch and she all on my sleeve
my belt louis not the gs
i got the racks in my jeans
mason he throwin the creams
when we pull up on the scene
better duck issa bentley truck
when we pull up and we run it up
we gon pull it up and we f-ck it up
yo b-tch she gon f-ck wit us

{hook: yung mase}
i got yo crib on my wrist
i’m drippin nigga don’t slip
when i went out i was givin no tip
new rollie i’m callin in sick
know i’m on top they can’t try mase
pushin speed demons all on the highway
and it’s never fold till i’m 6 feet under
we get to a bag you can see these numbers

{verse 2: yung mase}
new ferragamo from italy
fist cooler diamonds they hit they bling
we cheffin he asked whats the recipe
if they testin me tell em rest in peace
shoot my shot know i ball from the bleachers (ballin)
never fold till i’m dead on a t-shirt

{hook: yung mase}
i got yo crib on my wrist
i’m drippin nigga don’t slip
when i went out i was givin no tip
new rollie i’m callin in sick
know i’m on top they can’t try mase
pushin speed demons all on the highway
and it’s never fold till i’m 6 feet under
we get to a bag you can see these numbers

- margiela mase lyrics

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