Soundtracks - Numb by August Alsina feat. B.o.B. & Yo Gotti lyrics

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Soundtracks - Numb by August Alsina feat. B.o.B. & Yo Gotti lyrics

[Verse 1: B.o.B] She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her Young Bob in the building looking like on these s**as Man I swear somebody better tell her I don’t care what’s on your mind I just want your cerebellum Yea but my team stay down through the Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better Nothing a fortune teller couldn’t tell us As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels Look at my wrist, b**ch, it’s levels to these bezels This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stougin' Hustle Gang on that mob sh*t, bring me my canoles Beating up the box, call me Oscar De La Hoya [Verse 2: August Alsina] I had one, two, three too many I’m f**ked up, four chicks with me I’m loud, took about five shots Six bottles I just copped Twisted, turnt up, 24/7 That's more bad b**ches I’m getting They know I hit 'em and quit 'em And go past what they came here for Baby can I see you make yo a** drop? I’mma let the Rose bottles pop I’mma sip this 'Roc, baby don’t stop Cause yo body on fire, you too hot [Bridge: August Alsina] I can’t feel my face I’m so numb I’m so wasted So dumb I’m sh*t faced-ed Just in case I don’t make it [Hook:] Take my drink, n***a I’m buzzin' Take my trees, n***a I’m gone Take my keys, n***a it’s nothin' One of these chicks is taking me home [x2] [Verse 3: August Alsina] That little red bone said she’s taking me home Fine a** friend said she coming along Love in the morning, so I’m f**kin' em strong I’mma beat em to sleep then I’m gone in the morning Hold up! I tell a b**ch roll up Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up Turn down f**k what, need another drink Baby go and pour up, money hungover So you know I gotta throw up the 'fetti So that they know that I’m ready To get em poppin' and droppin' the party never be stoppin' Cause I be keepin' 'em rockin', you all these b**ches be choosin' Cause now they see that I’m winning like I’m allergic to losing and I.. [Bridge] [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Yo Gotti] Gettin' high off the money, n***a yeah I made it Just count a mill, n***a now I’m faded You know I’m unstoppable, I feel like Vegas Shout out to the hood – ‘cause that’s who raised me Hunnid bands in my pocket boy, that’s that kush And shawty wanna f**k she gave me that look Hustler of the year know every rule in the book Pull up in the 'Rari, boy that's all it took That’s a white out, it’s a night out Putting money on the bar there just to bring the light out I just wanna see your fire-works Fifty bottles, that’s slight work I’m in the club, turn up [Hook x2] [Outro:] Nu ah ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb Drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb Let’s drink until you go nu ah ah ah ah ah umb Smoke until you go du ah ah ah ah ah umb