Numbers OCTOBERSFULLMOON

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[Chorus]
Yeah, ages, numbers
Sages, hundreds (Hundreds!)
Millie, gunner (Bop-Bop)
Rate this, number
Getting dumber
Making hundreds
I got numbers, numbers, numbers
I said I got numbers, numbers, numbers
Cause I got

[Verse 1]
Numbers on numbers
I made me a hundred
All by myself, small like an elf
Finna stack these motherfuckers on the shelf
Man I do this shot for real
I'd buy a fucking microwave just to make a meal
And I'd buy myself some features just to make a mill (Haha!)
If you fucking hate me then know you getting killed
If you want the beef then come and get it here
Sweat and tears, let's get beers, go out like cheers
Blood and fears, fuck your chairs (Rollie, rollie!)
My shit blair, call me a witch (Horror!)
I got that gore, call me Savini
I got that whore, call up the pimpy (Skrrt!)

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