Numb Lyrics (English Translation) – Jala Brat, Buba Corelli

Read the full Numb (English Translation) lyrics by Jala Brat and Buba Corelli along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jala Brat’s music, you can also explore Ajkula and Vampiri, two other songs by Jala Brat.

[Verse 1: Jala Brat]
Always chic, LV scarf, and you thick BBL
A whole wave of crime, a whole team of YSL
White hoodie, XXL, Balenci Limited
Immigrant, black city, give me a blunt, take an L
OMG, AMG, duffel bag, thousands
Plan is A, side B, tattoo back of the Triads
High kô Blanc And that Mont, AP big, means Ben
You are a fan, who is he, love you tan
It’s full of gas annana, throws me in chicanas
Barely fits in jeans, but where does it need to be thin
All eyes are on us, like 2Pac with bandanas
Red polish, loves the dark And sleeps with piranhas
[Chorus: Jala Brat]
Lambo truck, vroom, wroom
And my Glock, bam, bam
Shaking gyat, bamba
Lovely brother, mwah, mwah
You are all smooth, pu*sy cat
You are all for me to take a picture of
Everything on you custom made
One of one, unique

[Chorus: Buba Corelli & Rick Ross]
In the middle of the night he comes
You’ll take off your clothes, I know you will
A look as cold as my Rolex
I have to take her away from here
My dad is sending her on a trip, it’ll be a rough farewell
Our friend is crying because of her, and she’s throwing her on the hood
The little girl is returning the bottle (Yes), the brothers are cracking on her
She’s like a witch doctor here (Yes), the club is like a haunted club (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Ferrari’s at the club, forty b!tches on a jet (Jet)
Louis duffel bags, so I had to buy the set (Set)
Condo on the beach, it feels like the floor is 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 n!ggas in a big way (Big way)
So who wants a job? (Job) I gotta hundred cars (Woo)
If you wash ’em all, s*it, 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)

[Chorus: Buba Corelli]
He’ll come in the middle of the night
You’ll take your clothes off, I know you will
A look as cold as my Rolex
I have to take her away from here
Daddy sends her on a trip, it’ll be a rough farewell
Our friend cries because of her, and she throws her on the hood
Little girl brings back the bottle, her brothers burst on her
She’s like a witch here, the club is like an enchanted club

[Ending: Rick Ross & 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