| Na' mean?
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| I’m just a little dizzy and shit, mayne
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| Twenty six bottles make the night clubs sparkle
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| Two dabs of wax off that light gray charcoal
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| I’m pulling in the treasures and leave them with a car full
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| Throw back AP, growing up was awful
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| Higher than I’ve ever been
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| And when you win they off you
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| I’m looking out the window, solo in the carpool
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| Thinkin' about these cases and this time that I’m facing
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| My bitches miss this dick, I told her be patient
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| Constant elevation, high grade medication
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| Xanny with the KK, Jim without the chaser
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| I’m running through this paper
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| And gunning down these haters
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| Prices on your head, he just did it for a favor
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| Twenty different flavors
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| I’m looking at my neighbors
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| I’m pulling out the driveway, they throwin' up that Taylor
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| My money comes in bundles, bitches by the dozen
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| We give them girls the boot if they ain’t suck or ain’t fucking
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| Yeah, I started out with nothing and ended up with everything
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| I’m so in love with Mary Jane and them Xanny things
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| I was sixteen when the candy came
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| She let the coke drip like the candy paint
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| This is how the game goes, I’m made hoe
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| Every day making pesos
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| Now every day is a holiday, holiday
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies
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| (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
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| It be that richy rich, city, fuck fifty, in my pocket
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| Tryna' get it and I did it, young Suzy
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| Real nigga from the Bay, HB To the K, that’s my gang
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| Time to turn up, me and Berner we out here in L. A
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| Smokin' on Keisha
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| Talkin' about that real shit and it’s nice to meetcha'
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| Better pull out that pocket book
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| If you talkin' about her feature, I’m a creature
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| Don’t know, do your research
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| Hopped in the game and went crazy as fuck
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| Took her straight to the head while you niggas is peepers
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| I pray for the real, no matter the place, no matter the skill
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| I’m treal, I don’t give a fuck, don’t care how you feel, huh
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| Always been a G and I’m still one
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| From the home of the hyphy niggas, still dummin'
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| Can’t rap about that boss shit 'til you build something
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| Can’t talk 'bout being real until I feel something
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| So for now I’m cold as Minnesota
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| Reppin' the gang until it’s over
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| Smokin' on doja, ay
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| This is how the game goes, I’m made hoe
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| Every day making pesos
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| Now every day is a holiday, holiday
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies
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| I like to watch the coke rocks crumble
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| I miss LX bubble, shout out to my uncle
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| I came from the struggle, I took the harder way
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| Bullets make your face hurt, I’m looking for a heart to break
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| Cold and I know how that long road ends
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| I’ll miss my daughter, but at least I’ll see my moms' again
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| It’s nothing, I turn fifty-thou' into a hunnit
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| White ghost on me, trap house feel haunted
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| Fast life catch up, don’t it?
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| I take two hundred and I blow it
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| I’m late night dipping
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| H-town nights, slow livin'
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| I black out and wake up next to four women
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| Still sinnin' and I’m spinning from champagne sipping
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| I’m SF bound, first class seats, chillin'
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| I’m waiting for this Xanny bar to kick in
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| I’m slow though
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| I don’t wanna listen
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| I’m so blowed
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| This is how the game goes, I’m made hoe
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| Every day making pesos
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| Now every day is a holiday, holiday
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies
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| I came from the bottom, I took a harder way, harder way
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| I do what I want, I don’t make apologies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Harder Way , by - Berner. Song from the album Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп