Music Video

Jala Brat & Buba Corelli & Rick Ross - Numb (ROZE SUZE)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jala Brat
Jala Brat
Songwriter
Buba Corelli
Buba Corelli
Songwriter
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antonio Buble
Antonio Buble
Producer
Ivan Zoo Pitesa
Ivan Zoo Pitesa
Producer
Jan Magdevski
Jan Magdevski
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 ko 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, ko 2Pac s bandanama
Crven lak, voli mrak i spava s piranama
Lambo truck (vroom-vroom)
A moj Glock (bam-bam)
Trese gyat, bamba
Ljubi brat (mwah-mwah)
Sva si glat, pussycat
Sva si mi za uslikat
Sve na tebi custom made
One of one, unikat
U po mi noći dođe
Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš (yeah)
Pogled leden ko moj Rolex
Moram je odavde odvest (ra-ta-ta)
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 ko vračara tu (Ross), klub ko začaran krug (huh)
Ferrari's at the club, 40 bitches on a jet
Louis duffel bags, so I had to buy the set
Condo on the beach, it feel like the floor wet
I'ma hold that money, tell Nino "Hold the 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 **** 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
U po mi noći dođe
Skinućeš se, znam da hoćeš (yeah)
Pogled leden ko 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 ko vračara tu, klub ko začaran krug
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
Written by: Buba Corelli, Jala Brat, Rick Ross
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