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BERNER FT. WIZ KHALIFA : The Plug lyrics

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BERNER FT. WIZ KHALIFA lyrics : "The Plug"

Berner, what up, ^!$$%?
Start?farmer %#@!
Start driving slow in a fast car

Burn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the sea
Oh, oh, oh

I'm drinking two bottles at the same damn time
Placing artists and can't even finish all of it
No? 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? all from truth

But how we came from nothing to something
[email protected]^%s eased up in the game, I just jumped in
Our 16, selling CDs and hustling

Had the mother $#&@er ^!$$%s, not the trusting
Made the way, so now they're treating me like royalty
And $#&@ the money, ^!$$%s riding over loyalty

But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak
But all for my dogs, the winning thing for my thing
For our eyes left I'm living the dream

Wake up the marble on the floor, hit the 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 Cush burns, oh, oh, oh

Fresh peek from the hills, red ..and chills
And my new (*##$, she brought me up big face bills
And my Chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feels

To lose a mil two months, she'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? 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 $#&@ the (*##$es that put money in my hand
I'm planning hundred dollar grams and? the proms
And drink all day, long and threw some? in the?

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 track
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 $#&@ with the plug

I stay mother $#&@ing (*##$es, baby give me the cash
I'm still hundred by my past, bullets shuddered the glass
Them shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fast

I'm watching time flying.. cold 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? but I'm going off racks

Cartier..and my fiber 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 (*##$, I am but
Six slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straight
I told ..break the weed and I brought up the shame?

Fools wanna play when we finally place them
I'm so high!

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