Numb Lyrics – Jala Brat, Buba Corelli

Read the full Numb 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 Tec-9 and Roze Suze, two other songs by Jala Brat.

[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 se ten
Pun je gas annana, 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, pu*sy cat
Sva si mi za uslikat
Sve na tebi custom made
One of one, unikat

[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 (Yes), klub kô začaran klub (Huh)

[Strofa 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 feel like the floor wet (Wet)
I’ma hold that money, tell Nino “Hold the TEC” (TEC)
I’m walking out the jewler, 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 want 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)

[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 klub

[Završetak: 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