Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Mix, artist - Berner. Album song Packs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
In the Mix |
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips |
We be really in the mix |
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship |
We be really in the mix |
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain’t no chips |
We be really in the mix |
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit |
We be really in the mix |
Yellow tabs on my tongue for the journey |
I just threw the homeboy a quick 30 |
Splash City, Steph Curry |
I’m sick of watchin' friends gettin' burried |
It got me livin' in a hurry |
And I was blowin' F1 before I had the cherry, legendary |
When I go, they’ll be smokin' out the cemetery |
Oldschools all up and down the street |
Flash back, I’m seein' stars I used to get it by the sheet |
Big house for a week, hella bitches in my pool |
I’m almost outta smoke, flyin' another mule |
Cartel’s call me, they get money to this dope shit |
This streets love Bern and they play my old shit |
Whole bricks, yeah the fuckin' with the grown shit |
Cold shit, I’m blowin' cash, I tuck back in '06 |
No limit like P and them, the cars rap about |
Me and Wiz really be in them, it’s gang shit |
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips |
We be really in the mix |
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship |
We be really in the mix |
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain’t no chips |
We be really in the mix |
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit |
We be really in the mix |
My life I’m livin', plenty fine dimes and women |
Can’t even count with how fast I’m spendin' |
Rep my gang 'til the endin' and drive super sport engines |
Doin' good long as my squad winnin' |
I look at y’all like my children, the gang made my own division |
We count cheese and we smoke religion |
Took over rap, now we onto different ventures |
Don’t need awards to celebrate success 'cause it’s a given |
We all stood out while y’all chose to fit in |
Now they bettin' on the game, put your bid in |
Got some luxury cars, these girls wanna sit in |
Wipe your feet off and roll a joint 'fore you get in |
Gotta protect the crib, be careful who you let in |
And don’t shake my hand 'less you been down since the beginnin' |
It’s Taylor Gang over anythin' you defendin' |
Lookin' for your girl, she in the distance |
(With a young real ass nigga like me, young Wiz Khalifa, man let’s get it) |
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips |
We be really in the mix |
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship |
We be really in the mix |
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain’t no chips |
We be really in the mix |
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit |
We be really in the mix |
Private location on vacation, let’s be honest |
In this villa on this killer with my niggas, just like bosses |
Cost a thousand for the place that we feastin' on |
Dinner on a beach 'cause now the money’s so Nia Long |
Ain’t love me from the start but I’m like fuck 'em, I knew that shit |
'Cause all they do is talk about it, never go do that shit |
Look I just keep it Taylor, we them niggas, they in the stands |
Used to put the jelly on the bread with the Peter Pan |
I came up from the quarter on the corner, you know my story |
My homie told me get it, ain’t nobody gon' get it for me |
Smokin' on these papers with your bitch in the meantime |
She do it like a vac and pull it out when it’s cleanin' time |
Nigga, throw it up, you know I stay on that gang shit |
Seat 3A, quick service, this plain lit |
They hatin' but it’s cool, they just mad ain’t no bad comin' |
It’s all bitches in, Brook boy, you ain’t bagged nothin', fuck outta there |
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips |
We be really in the mix |
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship |
We be really in the mix |
Big ass stones in my chain, there ain’t no chips |
We be really in the mix |
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit |
We be really in the mix |