Correction Lyrics Numb My Legs by UnoTheActivist

Featuring(s) : Lil Duke & Sauce Walka

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Lyrics

What? What? What? What?
(One-hundred percent Juice)
What? What? What? What? 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

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