Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cry, artist - Berner. Album song 20 Lights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Taylor Gang
Song language: English
Cry |
I got a six four Sting with the 302, bought it out |
In the rap game, got fame, when I bought this house |
Big seven thots swingin' when I barely bought it out |
Seven three kellys, that’s a college rally thought abouts |
Six nine seven, O’Malley, that shit’s not around |
Six eight merril seven hunnid horses to the ground |
Skinny’s on sticks in the back could cruise around |
Used to drive around cars like that while we movin' yayo |
You ain’t have to do like that, then who is you fo' real? |
Dope boy thang, Pyrex when they lose the wheel |
Stackin', young Bern, Tyrone how I used to feel |
Follow connects to their cribs and then we moved on them |
Ya don’t want them outta the shark, ya betta cool again |
Riders with Beretta, we sharp, don’t wanna lose no man |
Lose yo live from a sniper’s blast, got the wildest niggas |
Treat my block like a diaper bag, I do it powderin' it |
Doin' about 30 in a fly ass whip |
Windows up, got it cloudy and shit |
Rollin' up another joint, shotgun a bad bitch |
And all she wanna do is smoke you and smoke weed |
And got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
Got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
I’m feelin' like damn… |
Paper licence plates on the Golden Gate |
Interstate, grace playin' high stakes |
Dice roll, winner takes all, tryna ball all, catch me if I fall |
Risky business, stand on two feet, plant em in the quicksand |
Can’t sink a man, cause I’m way quicker |
Every night tryna fall asleep, 20 grand richer |
Paint lyrics, though some niggas’ll never get the picture |
Standin' on the planet, an artist with the canvas |
Caravans and Lamborghinis and Ferraris Princeton |
Nigga please, you couldn’t see me if you imagined |
Wall Street Wolf got caught in the bear trap |
Snap em, and half em, shit’ll get critical, Captain |
Whisperin' about what happened, get yo show cancelled |
More gas than you can handle, I done ran through |
Gas like the station, ample to sample |
I sent your bitch back with a handful |
Doin' about 30 in a fly ass whip |
Windows up, got it cloudy and shit |
Rollin' up another joint, shotgun a bad bitch |
And all she wanna do is smoke you and smoke weed |
And got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
Got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
I’m feelin' like damn… |
They smell the tatter on my big face, bills when I break em out |
Used to call purple bounce lakers settin' 80 out |
Sixty on my watch, might turn yo old lady out |
No clouds in my eyes, two stones cost me 80.000 |
Dope boys love everything that I speak about |
Wrap em up right over night, yeah, they leavin' town |
Dacks is callin' me; |
daddy why ya trick on my main bitches? |
I be buyin' change, and yo main, wanna play pimpin' |
Why so fresh? |
Yeah, it’s stuck to my fingertips |
This right here, only real playas read on this |
Exotic weed, fast cars, few handle bars |
Paper bag, money buried deep in my family yard |
Few mill out the streets, still trafficking |
Oh nah, sweared I’d never touch a pack again |
Half a ticket, hand, count it in my cookie duffle |
Smoke out the turkey bag, throw uncle Snoop a couple |
Doin' about 30 in a fly ass whip |
Windows up, got it cloudy and shit |
Rollin' up another joint, shotgun a bad bitch |
And all she wanna do is smoke you and smoke weed |
And got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
Got me feelin' like damn, I gotta be the man |
I gotta be the man, she swear that I’m the man |
I’m feelin' like damn… |