Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 Joints , by - Berner. Release date: 01.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 Joints |
| Smoke kim, I’m lifeless |
| All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit |
| It’s like 5 a. |
| m, I work the night shift |
| I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty b****es) |
| Papso 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 (crazy) |
| New watch, I’m clownin' |
| ogs, outta town 'em! |
| (get mine) |
| Keep the y (?) for the breakdown |
| I’m paranoid, I’m waitin' for the shakedown |
| Baby so fly with the headlight |
| Cuss a few times, tell 'er get the bread right |
| Wake up, smoke till I pass out |
| Only pick the phone up if the b*h cash out (true) |
| Face down with the a* out |
| Live so fast, what that bout? |
| (I dunno) |
| Really, I don’t care, I’m a millionaire |
| You smell of cookie smoke, got in the air burnt |
| Really they don’t smoke like me |
| I don’t really share |
| Really they don’t smoke like me |
| 20 joints in the air |
| How to let a pound go |
| I miss what it felt like |
| In the geaw-cho (?) |
| og from the dope gang |
| Five drunk b*s 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 |
| Ain’t slept in a week, blue bills on crispy |
| How to bounce back tho |
| Rap money too damn slow |
| Chillin' with the? |
| 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 camera (?) |
| 20 grand stuff in the candelar |
| Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (6−40) |
| Tell em get the cash right |
| Really don’t act right |
| Sprites same color as a black light |
| Tell em nothing bag life |
| And burnt, don’t want it |
| Roll the snowman, snowman on it |
| Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet |
| rip nax, we gon' keep ballin' |
| And smokin' all this weed |
| Really they don’t smoke like me |
| I don’t really share |
| Really they don’t smoke like me |
| 20 joints in the air |