| You start as lil' bro
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| Then you big bro
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| You start as lil' homie
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| Then you big homie
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| Niggas know me
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| The bitches know me
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| Salute to the Goonies
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| Do a stick up for me
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| When I die blow some weed
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| Pour some liquor for me
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| Know I keep working the whip
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| You couldn’t get up on it
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| I’ve been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off
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| Looking at the stash house
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| Could tell you what the dirt is for
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| I could get deeper with it
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| Tell you what niggas murder for
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| All this fly shit that we living for
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| Superstitious hand is itching
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| I’m bout to get it though
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| Can’t trust niggas
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| The UZI is by the kitchen door
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| Be careful what you be wishing for
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| Well to the well is empty
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| What is money for
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| Can’t get nothing from nothing
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| I prove different though
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| But never say you gettin' the money
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| Cause they be snitchin' y’all
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded
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| I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack
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| This shit is dreamy
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| Got me weeding bout Nefertiti
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| Bora Bora for a week
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| When I leave Tahiti
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| Campin' ain’t' easy but the game still need me
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| Only reason I’m around still
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| I never got greedy
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| The trippy thing about life
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| Is you could live forever
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| Keep your name good
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| In the streets
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| I’m tryna' do better
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| Paper drip with sauce
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| Yeah burnin' nice and slow
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| Another million from the road
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| I’m tryna buy another home
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| I miss the jack, big forty on my lap
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| While I’m ridin' a lot of good keep dyin'
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| Half a pound to the neck
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| I’ma grind tll I see the sunrise
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| We don’t rest man
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| We don’t even flex now
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| We just feel blessed to wake up
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| In the morning and take another breath
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded
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| I’ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded
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| I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack
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| Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper
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| When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later
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| Fuck I hate her
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| Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud
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| When my loud niggas have it drippin'
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| From the joint up in my fingers
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| Dead ringers, Rig slingers
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| No blue dreamers
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| Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner
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| Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter
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| Watch these bitches change up their demeanor
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| The grass is greener
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| A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight
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| If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right
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| It’s all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass
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| To the spot, payment, all cash
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| So let me light this one and make it smell lovely
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| No matter what you do you could never be above me
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| I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn
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| Concentrate, I’m dabbin' to the song
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| Mind gone
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag, I’m loaded
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| I’ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that
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| Handfuls out the turkey bag
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| Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turkey Bag , by - Berner. Song from the album Vibes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп