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numbers - frxxer lyrics

[verse]
trapped for a stack first, before i copped a rollie
couldn’t give a f*ck about the whip i’m in, if you know me
trapped all week then held the brains off of josie
trap fit, i spent three to make five off a montana, tony
that’s cocaine drops, tryna sell raps to sony
i’m like ghost in the club but i’m tommy when i’m fury
flip fifteen bills into ten off of breweries
that’s real boss sh*t, i got wages for enquiries
really started this sh*t from promoting to the buyers
rubber’s hot ’cause i’ve been burning out the dunlop tyres
that’s ducking x5 and them neighbourhood spyers
executive members when we re*up off suppliers
call me f, i just finesse in designers
d&g tee with dolce daymasters
no uni degree, i got a trap star masters
she wanna blow me in the merc and the astra’s
two and a suzy and some female grafters
the line banging, can’t tell me ’bout active
i’m busy for the lizzy and the stacks come matching
a straight ten bags on a whip is what i’m cashing
my shot changing the tills into legal transactions
paper chasing hoes getting f*cked for a passion
i’m running up cheques, stacking jibs for a mansion
a quick five quid, doing high*end fashion
uptown boujee for some light fried salmon
had her spread like a crab on my buddy, can you imagine?
baccarat rouge, she love my potent and my pattern
i pray salah but i’ll still burn the p*ssy like jahanam
i’m playing tetris with the re in a glc 43
racks off a bar, forty*two, that were me and c
gelato 41, before she top me, make her fix her weave
swept up the streets before i swept up legally
got keys in the boot and got keys for machinery
four b*tches in leopard print and they all want a piece of me
i’m tryna piece four quarter tops, doing deliveries
counting up the readies, lay the queen’s face vertically
counted up the coins before the notes, came naturally
a quid and a monkey on this moncler masterpiece
whipping dynamic if i’m rolling with a candy pack
nearly crashed the motor, way she l!ck up on the candy dat
slime season, finesse the pack in a h*llcat
i want the bag, not her, yeah, all of that
she said, “i’m gonna cheat”, must be the way that i ran through p
that’s pounds and pum*pum ’cause i swept up leeds

- frxxer lyrics

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