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letra de in the mix - berner

[hook: berner]
good weed, pretty girls in my whips
we be really in the mix
cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
we be really in the mix
big -ss stones in my chain, there ain’t no chips
we be really in the mix
i be all in the club, drunk, talkin’ sh-t
we be really in the mix

[verse 1: berner]
yellow tabs on my tongue for the journey
i just threw the homeboy a quick 30
splash city, steph curry
i’m sick of watchin’ friends gettin’ burried
it got me livin’ in a hurry
and i was blowin’ f1 before i had the cherry, legendary
when i go, they’ll be smokin’ out the cemetery
oldschools all up and down the street
flash back, i’m seein’ stars i used to get it by the sheet
big house for a week, h-lla b-tches in my pool
i’m almost outta smoke, flyin’ another mule
cartel’s call me, they get money to this dope sh-t
this streets love bern and they play my old sh-t
whole bricks, yeah the f-ckin’ with the grown sh-t
cold sh-t, i’m blowin’ cash, i tuck back in ’06
no limit like p and them, the cars rap about
me and wiz really be in them, it’s gang sh-t

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
my life i’m livin’, plenty fine dimes and women
can’t even count with how fast i’m spendin’
rep my gang ’til the endin’ and drive super sport engines
doin’ good, alls in my squad winnin’
i look at y’all like my children, the gang made my own division
we count cheese and we smoke religion
took over rap, now we onto different ventures
don’t need awards to celebrate success ’cause it’s a given
we all stood out while y’all chose to fit in
now they bettin’ on the game, put your bid in
got some luxury cars, these girls wanna sit in
wipe your feet off and roll a joint ‘fore you get in
gotta protect the crib, be careful who you let in
and don’t shake my hand ‘less you been down since the beginnin’
it’s taylor gang over anythin’ you defendin’
lookin’ for your girl, she in the distance
(with a young real -ss n-gg- like me, young wiz khalifa, man let’s get it)

[verse 3: chevy woods]
private location on vacation, let’s be honest
in this villa on this killer with my n-gg-s, just like bosses
cost a thousand for the place that we feastin’ on
dinner on a beach ’cause now the money’s so nia long
ain’t love me from the start but i’m like f-ck ’em, i knew that sh-t
’cause all they do is talk about it, never go do that sh-t
look i just keep it taylor, we them n-gg-s, they in the stands
used to put the jelly on the bread with the peter pan
i came up from the quarter on the corner, you know my story
my homie told me get it, ain’t n-body gon’ get it for me
smokin’ on these papers with your b-tch in the meantime
she do it like a vac and pull it out when it’s cleanin’ time
n-gg-, throw it up, you know i stay on that gang sh-t
seat 3a, good service, just plain lit
they hatin’ but it’s cool, they just mad they no bad comin’
it’s all b-tches in, brook boy, you ain’t bad nothin’, f-ck outta there

- berner

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