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lirik lagu berner feat. mozzy & wiz khalifa – solitary

yeah
you know i relate to the things, i’m related to ’em
that sh-t heartbreaking to 80 with their lighter under that spoon

searchin’ for the stars and the moon

i was c-ke twistin’, nose drippin’
hoppin’ out the low trippin’ (i was trippin’)
she on the low strippin’,
she didn’t know different (she ain’t know better)
i’m out in casey, i’m trippin’ ’til the low gettin’ (where it at?)
this sh-t just like home, two tone drippin’ (drippin’)
two phones clickin’, new chromes spinnin’
this b-tch the devil, she almost caught us both slippin’ (god d-mn)
with all the drama and the bullsh-t goin’ on (with all the bullsh-t)
i’m barely holdin’ on, the football’s got me on (i’m on one)
daydreamin’ seein’ doubles when i switch lanes (switch lanes)
i’m tryna duck lames, a legend in the drug game (in the dope game)
rollin’ decks, look mainy ot buggin’ (i’m outta town)
half a mill tucked in a brand new oven (it’s on the truck)
barcelona tryna slide ride through customs
10 thou’ for a pound, next level hustlin’
and seph love me, i’m rich, i’m still hungry (hungry)
i lost a lot of friends, my past still haunt me (they do)
a few mill monthly, pockets real chunky (it’s chunky)
they try to steal from me, he a real lummy (he a lyin’)
walk around like a mummy, boy i’m half dead (i’m half dead)
hope a lil cookies smoke make it in my last breath

150k, i’m finna blow this sh-t on diamonds
respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliant
sacrifice it for my team, only way i could define it
150k, i’m finna blow this sh-t on diamonds
respect lil young and hustle, but his package on consignment
solitary confinement, due the lack of being compliant
sacrifice it for my team, only way i could define it

ballin’ up a levante, seats lookin’ like picante
seven o valley, drop they trunks, endin’ off shock waves
you don’t need 30 if you got aim
ay, i’m from the dope game
but i got it bottled up my uncle hippy as soon as the ho came
ay, i gave the blammy to my lil n-gg- and he finna go cray
all day we was baggin’ up, why the homie now mad at us?
i told them n-gg-s “get a bag or somethin'”
just blew through a half of onion
and inside the blue bag, the n-gg- bern had
f-ck rap, gotta murder rap
where you find, never heard of that
base rock, i was servin’ that like 15, maybe 14
put him on, that’s the og
cut you off, you the police
money yeah, ’til the phone ring, i love ’em
meet me at the kfc, n-gg- money, yeah, ’til the phone ring
place two order for the whole thing, like we want half of it
every time i fire reppin’ another city, i get a bag from it
i’m feelin’ like pablo escobar, ’cause i got the trap buggin’
i blew a quarter milly on myself, ’cause i never had nothin’

uh, sacrifice ’em for the team, pocket full of cheese
i could hear you n-gg-s talkin’ but it’s not what i believe
i give a lot of blessin’s so a lot’s what i receive
then i’m workin’ everyday, so at the top’s where i’ma be
don’t really need the words or nothin’, not what i’ve achieved
i just take the millions, dawg, in the crib with lots of weed
i own the property, your girl on top of me
‘gain the n-gg-s that i’m ridin’ with, they never crossin’ me
we went from private flight to smokin’ out economy
to maybachs with the curtains when we need some privacy
i let her hit the kush now she could never lie to me
you swear you n-gg-s drippin’ but you lookin’ dry to me
i gotta get this cake, you how expensive prada be
and worry ’bout this sh-t that come my way, that’s not a thing
and if you want some smoke well there some smoke you gotta bring
all my n-gg-s was right there when n-gg-s started things
ya mean?

- lirik lagu berner feat mozzy wiz khalifa

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