Smoke till, I'm lifeless
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit
Five A.M., I work the night shift
I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty bitches)
Papso van in the driveway, trick bout ma
Drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade, when it's made right
These J's ain't out yet
Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (crazy)
New watch, yeah I'm clownin'
OGs, outta town 'em! (get mine)
Keep the Y for the breakdown, paranoid
I'm waitin' for the shakedown
Baby so fly with the headlight
Kiss a few times, tell 'er get the bread right
Wake up, smoke till I pass out
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (true)
Face down with the ass out
Live so fast, what that bout? (I dunno)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, got in the air burin'
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
How to let a pound go
I miss what it felt like
In the ?
OG from the dope gang
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole skirty up, smoked up, find yo own lane
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, got yo main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
How to bounce back though
Rap money too damn slow, killin' with the ?
Pull up in a Lambo
Forty two a piece if I get 'em to Atlanta
I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit em with the handle
Blood drippin' on my camel
Twenty grand stuff in the candelar
Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (six-forty)
Tell 'em get the cash right
Really you don't act right
Sprites same color as a black light, tell 'em that ?
And burnt, don't want it
Roll the snowman, snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
R.I.P. nice, we gon' keep ballin'
Smokin' all this weed
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Berner - 20 Joints Lyrics
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Smoke till, I'm lifeless
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit
Five A.M., I work the night shift
I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty bitches)
Papso van in the driveway, trick bout ma
Drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade, when it's made right
These J's ain't out yet
Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (crazy)
New watch, yeah I'm clownin'
OGs, outta town 'em! (get mine)
Keep the Y for the breakdown, paranoid
I'm waitin' for the shakedown
Baby so fly with the headlight
Kiss a few times, tell 'er get the bread right
Wake up, smoke till I pass out
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (true)
Face down with the ass out
Live so fast, what that bout? (I dunno)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, got in the air burin'
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
How to let a pound go
I miss what it felt like
In the ?
OG from the dope gang
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole skirty up, smoked up, find yo own lane
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, got yo main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
How to bounce back though
Rap money too damn slow, killin' with the ?
Pull up in a Lambo
Forty two a piece if I get 'em to Atlanta
I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit em with the handle
Blood drippin' on my camel
Twenty grand stuff in the candelar
Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (six-forty)
Tell 'em get the cash right
Really you don't act right
Sprites same color as a black light, tell 'em that ?
And burnt, don't want it
Roll the snowman, snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
R.I.P. nice, we gon' keep ballin'
Smokin' all this weed
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit
Five A.M., I work the night shift
I got two main girls and a side chick (pretty bitches)
Papso van in the driveway, trick bout ma
Drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade, when it's made right
These J's ain't out yet
Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (crazy)
New watch, yeah I'm clownin'
OGs, outta town 'em! (get mine)
Keep the Y for the breakdown, paranoid
I'm waitin' for the shakedown
Baby so fly with the headlight
Kiss a few times, tell 'er get the bread right
Wake up, smoke till I pass out
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (true)
Face down with the ass out
Live so fast, what that bout? (I dunno)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, got in the air burin'
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
How to let a pound go
I miss what it felt like
In the ?
OG from the dope gang
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole skirty up, smoked up, find yo own lane
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, got yo main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
How to bounce back though
Rap money too damn slow, killin' with the ?
Pull up in a Lambo
Forty two a piece if I get 'em to Atlanta
I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit em with the handle
Blood drippin' on my camel
Twenty grand stuff in the candelar
Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (six-forty)
Tell 'em get the cash right
Really you don't act right
Sprites same color as a black light, tell 'em that ?
And burnt, don't want it
Roll the snowman, snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
R.I.P. nice, we gon' keep ballin'
Smokin' all this weed
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Twenty joints in the air
Writer: GILBERT ANTHONY MILAM, MATTHEW SALINAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave