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unotheactivist - numb my legs lyrics

[intro: unotheactivist]
what? what? what? what?
(one-hundred percent juice)
what? what? what? what? ooh
(uno, i k!lled it)

[chorus: unotheactivist]
ooh, walk in the club with the uzi, that b-tch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? woah
i put a rack on his head, i can’t beef with that little n-gga ’cause he dead, yeah (you dig?)
swear i won’t talk to no little n-gga that’s gon’ talk to the feds, yeah
baby, ride on top of the d-ck until you hurt your legs (ride), yeah
yeah, i’m gonna hit from the back until i numb my legs, yeah
racks in my pocket look similar to football pads (racks), yeah
baby, bust on that d-ck because you know you a little nasty, ooh
coppin’ the swag, you know i hit you with that lil’ tax fee

[verse 1: lil duke]
she wanna ride on the top, on the d-ck like some muhf-ckin’ pegs (like a mongoose)
stop all that mockin’, you know that we thuggin’, get hit with the lead (hit with the, baow)
i cannot speak on that n-gga ’cause he cannot hear sh-t, he dead
i put my d-ck in her mouth and i told her to f-ck what she said (suck it)
don’t hang with no lil’ n-ggas, i think that these n-ggas really some f-gs
i’m eatin’ at bossanova with some bosses
pour my oil like i been drinkin’ some coffee (woo)
now it’s back to the muhf-ckin’ pesos
roll a fat backwood and motherf-ckin’ face it
then slap my d-ck in her mouth, let her taste it

[verse 2: sauce walka]
all my b-tches paid like they weigh
that’s the reason why i like my old stick
raf simons on from last year
and my cuban link worth three bricks
sixty thousand off two l!cks
i can get that out of one b-tch
but i always get three or better
house full of foreigns like a quinceañera
sauce got it, i’m a young gangster, got mob ties like the goodfellas
n-gga diss me, i’ma make it rain on him all year, f-ck a umbrella
i’ma smash anything, ’bout my respect ’cause that’s how i get the cheddar
flava made it, n-gga, rich forever, b-tch hit for fifties, takes a love letter

[chorus: unotheactivist & sauce walka]
ooh, walk in the club with the uzi (ooh-wee), that b-tch gonna spit like a llama, you dig? woah (drip)
i put a rack on his head, i can’t beef with that little n-gga ’cause he dead, yeah (you dig? hey)
swear i won’t talk to no little n-gga that’s gon’ talk to the feds, yeah (ooh-wee)
baby, ride on top of the d-ck until you hurt your legs (ride), yeah
yeah, i’m gonna hit from the back until i numb my legs (spankin’ that), yeah
racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah
baby, bust on that d-ck because you know you a little nasty, ooh
coppin’ the swag, you know i hit you with that lil’ tax fee

- unotheactivist lyrics

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