Print

"Young nigga, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah) In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh Numbers, uh (Yeah) Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah) I stuff a bag in the bag, we poppin' tags with cash, cool, cool I mix up the swag, put shit on, they thought it was old news Mihara steppin', I'm reppin' it, they double checkin' it, thought they was old schools (Woo) I know this the life I showed you, but I miss the old you, ooh (Yeah, yeah) If I'm tellin' the truth to you, I would rather not lie (Ooh) If I'm tellin' the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah) If I'm tellin' the truth, I would rather not lie To you (To you), to you To you (To you), to you "Young nigga, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah) In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh Numbers, uh (Yeah) Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah) From Letras Mania