| Uh, you know a nigga be travelin' and shit
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| On the road, in the game
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| Get straight to it
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| You know I ain’t even had time to change clothes
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| You know I spend a lot of time on the road
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| But see I’m getting to a lotta this dough
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| And then we turnin' up after the show
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| After I smoke a pound I gotta go
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| Yeah, man I’m back in my zone
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| Fuck a trap, I put plants in my home
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| When I’m high I don’t answer my phone
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| I lost another pack on the road
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| Fuck one time, I’m gon shine on these bitches
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| Roll a raw paper naa, I ain’t lightin no swishers
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| Gimmie cash yeah, then gimmie some more
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| Me and Wiz put our weed in a store
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| Arizona bitches, yeah they love me for sure
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| Let the wax joint burn, shout out West Coast Cure
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| My shit the bomb heat a nail hit the bong really on
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| All I want is strong Dom Perignon
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| In the morning when I wake up I break a zip down
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| In and outta town it kinda make me sick now
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| I’m never home but damn this money lookin' right
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| Wake up in the morning take another flight, gone…
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| Uh…
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| All I got is my balls and a quarter ounce of weed that I tucked in my drawers
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| Just in case the police come fuck it they could bring the dog but they ain’t
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| gettin' none
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| Eatin' good when I’m on tour hear the beat playin' in the back that’s by my
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| nigga cuz
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| More buses that mean I’m living large
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| Bigger check cause I’m the bigger star
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| Instead of gettin money you worry 'bout how to get where we are
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| Champagne, pounds of weed, loud motors in every car
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| Takin shots, rollin up, money so long can’t fold it up
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| They talkin lyrics ain’t dope enough
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| Talkin them pounds ain’t smoke enough
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| Talkin' bout shows ain’t sold enough
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| All I need is some money and weed
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| On my table there’s a pile of cream
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| Baby girl got her face in the plate
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| She wanna give me a bump
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| I’m on a xanie I’m straight… Uh
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| Four days, I’m in five different states
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| Burn a pound if I like how it tastes
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| Set up shop in a city I ain’t from
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| Overnight it celebrate when they come
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| Jeweles drippin' on my wrist I’m a damn fool
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| Y’all don’t smoke like me n' Wizzle man do
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| Man I’m on my D boy, kingship
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| New whip, rollin weed on my pink slip
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| New strain yeah I’m back on my G shit
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| Growhouse in a city where the beach is
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| You know I stay on the road
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| And I rep that big Bay everywhere that I go
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| Fasho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OT , by - Berner. Song from the album 20 Lights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп