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[Tekst pjesme "Numb" ft. Rick Ross]

[Strofa 1: Jala Brat] Vazda chic, LV šal, a ti thick BBL Čitav val kriminal, čitav tim YSL Hoodie bijel, XXL, Balenci Limited Imigrant, crni grad, daj mi blunt, uzmi L OMG, AMG, duffel bag, hiljade Plan je A, strana B, tattoo back Trijade High kô Blanc i to Mont, AP big, znači Ben Ti si fan, ko je on, ljubavi ti si ten Pun je gas, a-na-na, baca me šikanama Jedva da stane u jeans, ali gdje treba tanana Sve su oči na nama, kô 2Pac s bandanama Crven lak, voli mrak i spava sa piranama

[Pripjev: Jala Brat] Lambo truck, vroom, wroom A moj Glock, bam, bam Trese gyat, bamba Ljubi brat, mwah, mwah Sva si glat, pussy cat Sva si mi za uslikat Sve na tebi custom made One of one, unikat See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists

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[Refren: Buba Corelli & Rick Ross] U po' mi noći dođe Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš Pogled leden kô moj Rolex Moram je odavde odvest Nju šalje tata na put, biće rastanak grub Zbog nje plače naš drug, a nju baca na hood Mala vraća flašu (Yes), pukla braća na nju Ona kô vračara tu (Ross), klub kô začaran krug (Huh)

[Strofa 2: Rick Ross] Ferrari's at the club, forty bitches on a jet (Jet) Louis duffel bags, so I had to buy the set (Set) Condo on the beach, it feel like the floor wet (Wet) I'ma hold that money, tell Nino "Hold the TEC" (TEC) I'm walking out the jeweler, twenty million on my neck (Neck) I'm taking my respect and I ain't taking nothing less (Less) This the rich wave (Rich wave), rich wave (Rich wave) I'ma pull up on you niggas in a big Wraith (Big Wraith) So who want a job? (Job) I got a hundred cars (Woo) If you wash 'em all, shit, I get you one of ours (Nah) Mr. Double R (Double R), Ricky Ross (Ricky Ross) Ferrari fat boy (Huh), he's still the biggest boss (Maybach Music)

[Refren: Buba Corelli] U po' mi noći dođe Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš Pogled leden kô moj Rolex Moram je odavde odvest' Nju šalje tata na put, biće rastanak grub Zbog nje plače naš drug, a nju baca na hood Mala vraća flašu, pukla braća na nju Ona kô vračara tu, klub kô začaran krug

[Završetak: Buba Corelli] I lost my closest (Mama) I feel numb, I feel hopeless (Oh yeah) Smoking that loud, I'm still possessed Splitting the crowd like I'm Moses Splitting them like he did with that ocean Best you hold it I feel numb, I feel hopeless Smoking that loud, I feel possessed I feel numb, I feel hopeless