| Why they want me dead? |
| That’s cold
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| How they love me when my money get slow? |
| That’s cold
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| How we lose so many loads on the road? |
| That’s cold
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| BRRRR, brrrr
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| Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold
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| All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold
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| All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold
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| Brrrr, brrrr
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| Below 30, that’s ice cold
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| VVS’s with the white gold
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| I’m dumb flexin, and drunk textin
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| Tryna fly home with my eyes closed
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| Gin and drugs, we been the plug
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| Got big guns up in the club
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| Got an ice chest where my heart was
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| Blue bag full of dark bud
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| We road trippin and still drippin
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| Old school with the ceiling missing
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| That gin shot got me feeling different
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| Old ways, I still don’t listen
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| And they bark loud, till the bullit kiss 'm
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| I’m out late, on a crazy mission
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| Love the dope game, they just pay me different
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| In a big pool with 80 women
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| Made a hundred grand, then blew it off
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| Street cat, I been through it all
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| South cake, want two of those
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| Sell a pack, then go do a show
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| You need 16, call Hoolio
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| Real OG, that’s my city for
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| Mustang with the gold smoke
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| Don’t choak, then you don’t smoke
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| Too lifted, and we still smokin
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| Taylor Gang, you see the chain glowin
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| Big spot where my strane growin
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| Know my x bitch gon stay hoein
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| Big Bern got a new wave goin
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| When it touch down, bust that thang open
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| I need that, let me see that
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| Got 18, they 3 fat
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| Why they want me dead? |
| That’s cold
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| How they love me when my money get slow? |
| That’s cold
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| How we lose so many loads on the road? |
| That’s cold
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| BRRRR, brrrr
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| Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold
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| All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold
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| All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold
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| Brrrr, brrrr
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| Seen a lot, but I never change
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| Don’t ever change, I never change
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| Lotta family, and a lotta love
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| They have me, I’m their everything
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| When you’re down and out, you find out who really down for you
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| If you not a star, can’t come around
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| All my niggas hold me down
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| Holdin weed by the pound
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| Said they couldn’t see the vision, but I bet they can see it now
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| Takes a mission to be around
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| Since she love me, I beat it down
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| Every other week I’m in the clouds
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| I’m that nigga that you read about
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| Say you gonna hit me up, stick to the plan
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| Just left her man, goddamb
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| Doin the best that you can
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| Give him a rest, no hands
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| All your friends call me Wiz, but babygirl, you can call me Cam
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| Said she tired of that lame nigga, tryna get rid of her man
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| I can’t describe the feeling
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| I’m countin up them millions, with all my niggas I started with
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| They don’t make 'm like this, oh no
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| Everyday I’m lit, everywhere I go
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| Keep one lit, and another one rolled
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| Take bank trips, my pockets swole
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| Why they want me dead? |
| That’s cold
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| How they love me when my money get slow? |
| That’s cold
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| How we lose so many loads on the road? |
| That’s cold
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| BRRRR, brrrr
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| Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold
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| All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold
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| All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold
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| Brrrr, brrrr |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brrrr, artist - Berner. Album song 11/11, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп