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letra de cases - berner & conway the machine

[intro: berner]
yeah
the farmers market

[verse 1: berner]
send whips to buffalo full of work (full of work)
on flatbed trucks, my pockets fat, they don’t hurt (they ain’t hurtin’)
got deals on lcgs and lpcs
threw a stack on each one, we don’t waive no fees (nah)
we don’t trap on ig, set up shop (set up shop)
no pop-up either, it’s nothin’ less than a box
i’m ready with a case, can you get that paper here? (over there)
i broke the money counter, guess i had a crazy year (shh)
you ever tucked a bag so long, you forgot? (you forgot)
and found it when you bought another spot? (another stash spot)
i’m thе plug’s best friend just like dolph (r.i.p.)
it’s a sourcе, we don’t turn that water off (turn it off, yeah)
no way i’m chargin’ less than three (nah)
you wanna double up your profit, then invest with me (f-ck with me)
the house look like a dispensary (like a plug)
when i die, remember me for a century (for a hundred years)
we don’t touch that pink sh-t, nah, my nose is clean
watch our opps get tired and try to join the team (f-ckin’ suckers)
surrounded by ex-marines (yeah)
i’m tryna wash the dirty money, make the paper clean, yeah
[chorus; berner]
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
boxes, cases, big faces
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
boxes, cases, big faces

[verse 2: conway the machine]
machine, i broke records in my rookie year (huh?)
i’m from buffalo, i told berner we should open a cookies here (what’s good, homie?)
i look in they faces, see the look of fear (uh-huh)
i hate this rap game, all them n-ggas that’s p-ssy here (hahaha)
them young boys got they pole, they gon’ pull it here (no cap)
shotgun offense, we throwin’ bullets here (boom, boom, boom, boom)
i’m f-ckin’ shorty from the back, i’ma pull her hair
the bag you pay me gon’ determine if i pull up here (hah)
i got it on me, i can let this hammer ring loud (grrah)
errant shots, de’aaron fox, i’m the king now (pah-pah-pah-pah)
i’m the don, n-ggas gotta kiss the ring now
bro doin’ time, look like that n-gga on the green mile (free the homie)
me and my two homies had our thing laid (haha)
four-hundred-fifty pounds, sold that sh-t in three days (woo)
split the money in three ways (talk to ’em)
brodie got ten bricks of fent’, he cuttin’ like a dj
[chorus; berner]
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
boxes, cases, big faces
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
we really run through sh-t, run through sh-t
boxes, cases, big faces

- berner conway the machine

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