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Berner
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The Plug
[Intro] Berner, what up, nigga? It's that urban farmer shit Start driving slow in a fast car Burn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the sea Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1] I'm drinking two bottles at the same damn time Placing artists and can't even finish all of it No fruit in my loop, no hoes in my crew No pause in my chain, my car got no roof Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot Probably heard some things about me man ain't all of them true But how we came from nothing to something Niggers eased up in the game, I just jumped in Our 16, selling cds and hustling Had the mother fucker niggas, not the trusting Made the way, so now they're treating me like royalty And fuck the money, niggas riding over loyalty But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak But all for my dogs, I'd do anything for my queen Four eyes rest I'm living the dream Wake up the marble on the floor, heated toilet seats I'm balling hard, you should enjoy the seats I bet this hundred thousand cash is all you believe Then if you work hard, then this is what you could earn, As the kush burns, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2] Fresh peek from the hills, red eight inch heels And my new bitch, she brought me up big face bills And my chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feels To lose a mil two months, shit's way to real! I saw my mom last night one hell of a dream She told me keep your head up and follow your dream Empty bottles of lean and white cups in the hand Looking half dead zebra, I don't try to understand I brought louis cause I can, I brought 84 grams And only fuck the bitches that put money in my hand I'm playing hundred dollar hands 24k at the palms And drink all day, long and throw some dank in the bar And my whip is too clean, I bet they're hating the bar I throw two shots back without chasing it all I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dog And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club I throw fifty pack on the back of the truck And get a crazy rush when I get to rap in the mud No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves I'm blowing bud in the club, come fuck with the plug
[Verse 3] I stay mother fucking bitches, baby give me the cash I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shuddered the glass Them shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fast I'm watching time flying coat tuck tight in this stash My own hand told me slow down for a crash I'm trying to listen, but I'm living like tonight is my last And my own black fist drinking ready to shoot And the coop is so dough, I don't know what to do And the crib is so big, I can't get to my room I crashed out on the couch, and my jeans and my shoes Drinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hash Two hits of the deck but I'm going off racks Cartier frames and my five o ones I'm in the slums with the millionaire, high and drunk They try to stay tight in with the high unplugged I'm like a king with his weed bitch, I am but Six slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straight I told Wiz break the weed down and I roll up a shameless And watch fools run away when we finally blaze it I'm so high!
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