Numbers

Lyrics

[Intro] Numbers (I got exotic pack) Numbers Numbers [Chorus] Man, my number one trippin', askin' questions 'bout my number two My number two sendin' her location, tryna rendezvous My number three suck me out my sleep, I'm tryna snooze I drop a four so I can sleep, I don't wake up 'til noon My number five, I'm diggin' in her thighs, she don't like wasting time My number six, man, she from the 6, she do splits on the dick My number seven text me 'round eleven, pussy came from heaven Every Thursday, gotta sip an eight, I love the muddy beverage [Verse 1] Man, my number one sneakin' through my phone, tryna see who I'm textin' I feel like Usher, these is my confessions, could've did you better My number two, she pull up wherever, say I get her wetter Numbers, numbers, numbers, pass these hoes around like [?][0:40] Think I need another manager just to help me manage I gotta kiss her after I beat it up, I know I did some damage My number three the freakiest, she love the challenge She told me when I go too deep, I make her panic I ain't even have to touch it and she wet her panties Man, her shit keep bustin', dog, think it's an automatic We record it and rewind it like we Adam Sandler I made her cum like twenty times, she call me Bernie Sanders [Chorus] Man, my number one trippin', askin' questions 'bout my number two My number two sendin' her location, tryna rendezvous My number three suck me out my sleep, I'm tryna snooze I drop a four so I can sleep, I don't wake up 'til noon My number five, I'm diggin' in her thighs, she don't like wasting time My number six, man, she from the 6, she do splits on the dick My number seven text me 'round eleven, pussy came from heaven Every Thursday, gotta sip an eight, I love the muddy beverage [Verse 2] Man, I drop a four before I go to sleep, I gotta count the pros The streets is cold, she said her body warm, come over when she get home That's my number five, I swear she love to blow the pole The way she do it, she need to work at the Superdome I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryna turn the bitch on to hoes We got limited talk time like minute phones I told her what she don't know probably good to know I be givin' her game, I know these niggas won't My number six, she acrobatic like doin' splits She from the 6, she disrespectful, spit on the dick My number seven the realest bitch, pussy came from heaven She leave, it's gon' be a tragedy, 9/11 [Chorus] Man, my number one trippin', askin' questions 'bout my number two My number two sendin' her location, tryna rendezvous My number three suck me out my sleep, I'm tryna snooze I drop a four so I can sleep, I don't wake up 'til noon My number five, I'm diggin' in her thighs, she don't like wasting time My number six, man, she from the 6, she do splits on the dick My number seven text me 'round eleven, pussy came from heaven Every Thursday, gotta sip an eight, I love the muddy beverage [Outro] Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers