Numb Lyrics - Testimony - August Alsina

She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her 

Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these heffas 

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 stormy weather 

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, bitch, 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 shit, bring me my canoles 

Beating up the bars, call me Oscar De La Hoya 

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I had one, two, three too many 

I'm fucked 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 bitches 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 ass 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 

I can't feel my face 

I'm so numb, I'm so wasted 

So dumb, I'm shit faced-ed 

Just in case I don't make it 

Take my drink, nigga I'm buzzin' 

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Take my trees, nigga I'm gone 

Take my keys, nigga it's nothin' 

One of these chicks is taking me home 

That little red bone said she's taking me home 

Fine ass friend said she coming along 

Love in the morning, so I'm fuckin' em strong 

I'mma beat em to sleep then I'm gone in the morning 

Hold up! I tell a bitch roll up 

Before I gotta roll out all I do is turn up 

Turn down for 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 bitches be choosin' 

Cause now they see that I'm winning like I'm allergic to losing and I. 

Gettin' high off the money, nigga yeah I made it 

Just count a mill, nigga now I'm faded 

Number one stunna boy, I feel like Baby 

Shout out to the hood - 'cause that's who raised me 

Hunnid bands in my pocket boy, that's that kush 

And shawty wanna fuck 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 

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