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numbers, ty writer, and ben king - fifteen lyrics

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verse 1:

i don’t got no f-cking problems, all my n-ggas f-cking poppin’

say they bout to pop em, i don’t never stop em

swerve that sh-t in traffic, i was causing havoc

(please don’t leave)

feelings make it tragic

(why me)

maybe this is magic

(god please)

i was causing static

these n-ggas don’t know me, been all on the road

bl–dy wrist when i be burning my clothes

i called her b-tch, i don’t f-ck with no hoes

half white but i don’t f-ck with no snow

like my dad he put it all in his nose

it’s just me, i’m just here with my woes

all me i don’t f-ck with a clone

n-ggas ain’t real they be faker than plastic, p-ssive

disses, missing you, listen is it true

mixing in the soup with no problem

i was like 15 when i got it

had them food stamps i was straight from the bottom

honest, b-tch i ain’t lyin’, ma slowly dying

she can’t afford us, sometime i wish i was aborted

6th grade ain’t no three meal courses

had my family nothing else that important (aw yeah)

hook:

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like oh

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like yeah

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like oh

15 when i got it, 15 15 when i got it

verse 2

15 when i got it

(yeah)

nothing in my wallet

(ou)

check the bank account, i can’t do withdraw i can’t do deposits

got me bugging out i’m just be honest

hit yo line like yeah, oh yeah, woah

me and my mama was beefing

i move with my dad but that n-gga was tweaking

got caught with a pistol he probably won’t beat it

my life filled with issues, made 15 a weekend

it’s not that important, i’m tryna get buckets

they say i can’t score it

couldn’t get b-tches, a n-gga was gorgeous

driving a civic, it should have been porches

i never had cash so i couldn’t just get it

dropping them tracks but they didn’t do digits

was broke f-ck a cast and critic a meant it

my dad was addicted to f-cking prescriptions

a n-gga was different, a n-gga had drive

filled compositions with truth never lies

always lose change so i never had dimes

never the same, i can’t say that it’s fine

failing these cl-sses was falling behind

i know i’m attractive but not in my prime

but missing the signs like yeah

hook:

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like oh

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like yeah

15 when i got it

had them food stamps, i was straight from the bottom like oh

15 when i got it, 15 15 when i got it

- numbers ty writer and ben king lyrics

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