Numb My Legs - UnoTheActivist

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(One-hundred percent Juice)

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Ooh

(Uno, I killed it)

Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, that bih gonna spit like a llama, you dig?

I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead,

yeah

Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah

Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah

Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah

Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah

Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty

Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax fee

She wanna ride on the top of that dick like some mofuckin' pegs (Like a

Mongoose)

Stop all that mockin', you know that we thuggin', get hit with the lead

I cannot speak on that nigga 'cause he cannot hear shit, he dead

I put my dick in her mouth and I told her now fuck what she said (Suck it)

Don’t hang wit' no new niggas, I think these niggas really some fags

I’m eatin' at Bossanova wit' some bosses

Pour my oil like I been drinkin' some coffee (Wooh)

Now it’s back to the mofuckin' pesos

Roll a fat Backwood and mofuckin' taste it

Now my dick in her mouth, gotta taste it

Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, that bih gonna spit like a llama, you dig?

I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead,

yeah

Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah

Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah

Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah

Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah

Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty

Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax fee

I like bitches paid like they weighed 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 licks

I can get that out of one bitch

But I always get three or better

House full of fours like a Quinceañera

Sauce got it, I’m a young gangster, got mob ties like the Goodfellas

Nigga diss me, I’ma make it rain on him all year, fuck a umbrella

I’ma smash anything, 'bout my respect if that’s how I get the cheddar

Flava made a nigga rich forever

Bitch hit for fifties takes a large letter

Ooh, walk in the club wit' the Uzi, (Oowee) that bih gonna spit like a llama,

you dig?

(Yeah)

I’ll put a rack on a head, I cannot beef wit' that little nigga 'cause he dead,

yeah (Hey)

Swear, I won’t talk to no little nigga that gon' talk to the feds, yeah (Oowee)

Baby, ride on top of the dick until you hurt your legs, yeah (Blatt)

Yeah, I’m gonna hit from the back until I numb my legs, yeah

Racks in my pocket look similar to football pads, yeah (Rackaid)

Baby, bust down that dick because you know you a little nasty

Coppin' the swag, you know I hit you wit that lil' tax