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Fifteen Video (MV)




Performed By: Numbers
Length: 2:48
Written by: Tyler Whitfield




Numbers - Fifteen Lyrics




I don't got no f*cking problems, all my niggas f*cking poppin'
Say they bout to pop em, I don't never stop em
Swerve that shit in traffic, I was causing havoc
(Please don't leave)
Feelings make it tragic
(Why me)
Maybe this is magic
(God please)
I was causing static
These niggas don't know me, been all on the road
Bloody wrist when I be burning my clothes
I called her bitch, I don't f*ck with no hoes
Half white but I don't f*ck with no snow
Like my dad he put it all in his nose
It's just me, I'm just here with my woes
All me I don't f*ck with a clone
Niggas ain't real they be faker than plastic, passive
Disses, missing you, listen is it true
Mixing in the soup with no problem
I was like 15 when I got it
Had them food stamps I was straight from the bottom
Honest, bitch I ain't lyin', ma slowly dying
She can't afford us, sometime I wish I was aborted
6th grade ain't no three meal courses
Had my family nothing else that important (aw yeah)

15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like yeah
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it, 15 15 when I got it

15 when I got it
(Yeah)
Nothing in my wallet
(Ou)
Check the bank account, I can't do withdraw I can't do deposits
Got me bugging out I'm just be honest
Hit yo line like yeah, oh yeah, woah
Me and my mama was beefing
I move with my dad but that nigga was tweaking
Got caught with a pistol he probably won't beat it
My life filled with issues, made 15 a weekend
It's not that important, I'm tryna get buckets
They say I can't score it
Couldn't get bitches, a nigga was gorgeous
Driving a civic, it should have been Porches
I never had cash so I couldn't just get it
Dropping them tracks but they didn't do digits
Was broke f*ck a cast and critic a meant it
My dad was addicted to f*cking prescriptions
A nigga was different, a nigga had drive
Filled compositions with truth never lies
Always lose change so I never had dimes
Never the same, I can't say that it's fine
Failing these classes was falling behind
I know I'm attractive but not in my prime
But missing the signs like yeah

15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like yeah
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it, 15 15 when I got it
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I don't got no f*cking problems, all my niggas f*cking poppin'
Say they bout to pop em, I don't never stop em
Swerve that shit in traffic, I was causing havoc
(Please don't leave)
Feelings make it tragic
(Why me)
Maybe this is magic
(God please)
I was causing static
These niggas don't know me, been all on the road
Bloody wrist when I be burning my clothes
I called her bitch, I don't f*ck with no hoes
Half white but I don't f*ck with no snow
Like my dad he put it all in his nose
It's just me, I'm just here with my woes
All me I don't f*ck with a clone
Niggas ain't real they be faker than plastic, passive
Disses, missing you, listen is it true
Mixing in the soup with no problem
I was like 15 when I got it
Had them food stamps I was straight from the bottom
Honest, bitch I ain't lyin', ma slowly dying
She can't afford us, sometime I wish I was aborted
6th grade ain't no three meal courses
Had my family nothing else that important (aw yeah)

15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like yeah
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it, 15 15 when I got it

15 when I got it
(Yeah)
Nothing in my wallet
(Ou)
Check the bank account, I can't do withdraw I can't do deposits
Got me bugging out I'm just be honest
Hit yo line like yeah, oh yeah, woah
Me and my mama was beefing
I move with my dad but that nigga was tweaking
Got caught with a pistol he probably won't beat it
My life filled with issues, made 15 a weekend
It's not that important, I'm tryna get buckets
They say I can't score it
Couldn't get bitches, a nigga was gorgeous
Driving a civic, it should have been Porches
I never had cash so I couldn't just get it
Dropping them tracks but they didn't do digits
Was broke f*ck a cast and critic a meant it
My dad was addicted to f*cking prescriptions
A nigga was different, a nigga had drive
Filled compositions with truth never lies
Always lose change so I never had dimes
Never the same, I can't say that it's fine
Failing these classes was falling behind
I know I'm attractive but not in my prime
But missing the signs like yeah

15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like yeah
15 when I got it
Had them food stamps, I was straight from the bottom like oh
15 when I got it, 15 15 when I got it
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Writer: Tyler Whitfield
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