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Berner - 20 Joints (Prod by TraxxFDR) [Lyrics in Desc.]

SoundCloud Link:   / berner-20-joints-prod-by-traxxfdr   ▶ Open for more info ◀ Support Berner ▶   / berner415   ▶   / berner415   ▶   / berner415   ▶   / berner415   Follow Mills Music on Twitter for more content: ▶   / millsmusicpromo   Want to submit a song? ▶ [email protected] Disclaimer: ▶ I do not own the song or picture used in this video. If the respective owners would like this video removed please contact [email protected] Lyrics [Verse 1] Smoke till I'm lifeless All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit 5 a. m, I work the night shift I got two main girls and a side chick Pops old van in the driveway Think about 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 New watch, I'm clownin' Ogs, outta town 'em! Keep the y(?) for the breakdown I'm paranoid, I'm waitin' for the shakedown Baby so fly with the headlight Kiss a few times, tell her get the bread right Wake up, smoke till I pass out Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out Face down with the ass out Live so fast, what that bout? Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire You smell the cookie smoke, all in the air [Hook] Really they don't smoke like me I don't really share Really they don't smoke like me 20 joints in the air Really they don't smoke like me I don't really share Really they don't smoke like me 20 joints in the air [Verse 2] Had to let a pound go I miss what it felt like In the drought yall Og from the dope gang Five drunk bitches on cocaine Whole studio up Smoked out, find yo own lane I'm so loaded in the slow lane Yeah, I get busy, with yo main plug with me Ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy Had to bounce back tho Rap money too damn slow Killin' with the Xan flow Pull up in a Lambo 42 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 camo 20 grand stuffed in the candelar Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal Tell em get the cash right Really I don't act right Sprite same color as a black light Tell em that the bag light And Bern don't want it Roll the snowman, with snowman on it Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet RIP Nice , we gon' keep ballin' And smokin' all this weed [Hook] Really they don't smoke like me I don't really share Really they don't smoke like me 20 joints in the air Really they don't smoke like me I don't really share Really they don't smoke like me 20 joints in the air 20 joints in the air 20 joints in the air