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Oh my God, I love you so much, Joey, oh my God Listen up class today we have a special guest His name is Joey Trap, he's gonna be teaching you numbers Cali Baset Beats Okay One lick, one house, mad bricks Two rats, two opp niggas, both snitch Three guns, three bullets in it, bet I won't miss Four bad bitches finna suck me and I won't kiss 5-0, time up, you missed yo' chance She suck dick and she use both hands Six new pairs of them Loubs like I stepped in paint Bitch been a fan of me, seen me and she bout to faint She hit me up and ask me if I love her, what you think? Molly in my codeine, I'ma turn up off this drink I remember posted grandma's house, was drinking out the sink Now I got a lot of Fiji water, diamonds on this link, ayy Seven niggas rollin' with that Glizzy just to throw clips We up in a Masi bet your girl gon suck the whole dick Feel like KG Smokey, all these bitches with me so thick Eight about to pull up, hit that motherfuckin' old lick Nine hold nine, ten times ten, ayy My bitch bad and she brought friends Back to one nigga chillin' in his house by himself He was talking hella shit, that boy run out his mouth SongtexteOnly two niggas pulled up with two hammers out Now he's three outta luck 'cause them three bullets out I got four bitches with me, baby girl, I'll never love you The five times I said I was in love was just to fuck you I know it's not your fault, but I don't think I'd ever trust you I'm in a Maserati, not a Honda, bro, I'll dust you Six new Rollies, niggas don't know me Hardest spitter ever, nigga, where the fuck my trophy? Got retro Jordan 7s, is you really rocking Kobes? Put eight up on some white, a nigga feeling like I'm Tony Nine up on a watch, I guess that shit was for the low, B She said she wanna see the diamonds dance, I said, "Foshodie" I keep it ten times ten times ten, that's a rack, boy If you just listened close enough, you heard the numbers stack, boy So this the number challenge, if you hit it, you can rap, boy But no one touching this one, that's a mutherfuckin' fact, boy One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Nine and ten boy don't make my MAC-11 spray 12, fuck 12, I don't fuck with police anyways Thirteen lost, boy, I'm dropping bands like everyday Fourteen grams smell like sour mixed with lemonade Said that she wanna cuff me, I don't never take her on a date Bitch Man, fuck this class, y'all niggas don't pay attention Aus Songtexte Mania