Correction Paroles Numb To My Feelings par Rjmrla

Featuring(s) : The Game

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[RJMrLA]
Shit, I be trippin'
I be in jail somewhere
Trippin' on none of that
I'm just tryna get me on
Get you on
Get us all on, f*ck that
A bunch bitches
A bunch of bad bitches
Get the bag bitches
Take it in the ass bitches
Bitches tryna enterprise bitches
That f*ck other bitches
I'm just sayin', bitches
It's cool to be cool, you know I'm sayin'?
Get acquainted, get to know each other, you know?
I'm just sayin', bitches
Huh, that shit the right way
Know you not a bitch and all, but uh

[RJMrLA]
We had a table full of bunch of bitches
Bad bitches, had my new bitch with my other bitches
They smash us, took some bitches from some other niggas
They glass tippin', spillin' Rosé on her titties
Man, that shit was last minute
Back in it like a jacket, I do what I'm 'posed to, huh
I put on, my foot on, print all in they vocals
Spend like four racks on some snow, boo
It don't even snow up in L.A., but all my stones do
They still hatin' on the old juice
You a brick away from broke, juice
Get it how you know, juice
Get the dough, juice
Get it out her throat, juice
If you ain't seen the drip before it splash, you don't know, juice
I'm just tryna build my clientele up
Who said you can't sell drugs and do Coachella?
If I ever get shot and die, it was a set up
Crash a new 'rari, survive and take a head up

Ayy, why lately I been numb to my feelings?
Got a hunnid in this drop
I been climbin' through your buildin'
I could pull up on the opp
Lately I been numb to my feelings
(I been numb to my feelings, I ain't feelin' no pain
I been numb to my feelings, they been feelin' the same)
Why lately I been numb to my feelings?
(I been numb to my feelings, I ain't feelin' no pain
I been numb to my feelings, ain't been feelin' no pain)

[The Game]
Everybody know, Chuck come through with them hood Rihannas
Them bitches that be havin' they birthdays in Benihana's
Flow raw as f*ck, keep the condoms
Niggas really don't want no drama
We got everything in that sprinter right behind us
Know where to find us, we all in our section, yeah
Yellin' out hoods, countin' bullets and blessings
One time for the West Side niggas, two-step like this
Nigga, B walk, tell 'em make room, so Blood don't trip, uh
Fendi jacket with the Fila on it
Go on, keep it, I don't need it, homie
Know I got the heater on me
See the homie used to run base, Derek Jeter know me
Death Row chain, wife beater on me
She said her p*ssy wet
Took her to the bathroom so she can show me
Let me f*ck her in the club and she don't even know me
Passed her to the brodi

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