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  • Текст песни Berner - 20 Joints

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    Smoke till, I'm lifeless
    All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit
    Five A.M., I work the night shift
    I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty bitches)
    Papso van in the driveway, trick bout ma
    Drunk on Broadway
    Light it up, what it taste like?
    Lemonade, when it's made right
    These J's ain't out yet
    Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
    Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
    Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (crazy)
    New watch, yeah I'm clownin'
    OGs, outta town 'em! (get mine)
    Keep the Y for the breakdown, paranoid
    I'm waitin' for the shakedown
    Baby so fly with the headlight
    Kiss a few times, tell 'er get the bread right
    Wake up, smoke till I pass out
    Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (true)
    Face down with the ass out
    Live so fast, what that bout? (I dunno)
    Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
    You smell the cookie smoke, got in the air burin'
    Really they don't smoke like me
    I don't really share
    Really they don't smoke like me
    twenty joints in the air
    Really they don't smoke like me
    I don't really share
    Really they don't smoke like me
    twenty joints in the air
    How to let a pound go
    I miss what it felt like
    In the ?
    OG from the dope gang
    Five drunk bitches on cocaine
    Whole skirty up, smoked up, find yo own lane
    I'm so loaded in the slow lane
    Yeah, I get busy, got yo main plug with me
    I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
    How to bounce back though
    Rap money too damn slow, killin' with the ?
    Pull up in a Lambo
    forty two a piece if I get 'em to Atlanta
    I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit em with the handle
    Blood drippin' on my camel
    twenty grand stuff in the candelar
    Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (six-forty)
    Tell 'em get the cash right
    Really you don't act right
    Sprites same color as a black light, tell 'em that ?
    And burnt, don't want it
    Roll the snowman, snowman on it
    Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
    R.I.P. nice, we gon' keep ballin'
    Smokin' all this weed
    Really they don't smoke like me
    I don't really share
    Really they don't smoke like me
    twenty joints in the air
    Really they don't smoke like me
    I don't really share
    Really they don't smoke like me
    twenty joints in the air
    twenty joints in the air
    twenty joints in the air

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