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