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, no crutches now i smoke dutches, crushed the whole city leave my name on the buses, your weed ain't shit you don't even flush it, i smoke till i choke till i get busted, all around the world fuckin' bitches for fun now, this is how i chill let me give you the run down, cookie joints in the am i be in the cuts just blazin', too many girls on my phone keep playing really i'm cool, i got way bitches more pretty than you, yeah i'm young rich crazy and i'm willing to shoot, i need a big body benz i don't fit in the coupe, shit. ridin' through the city like a kingpin, santa cruz 12 bitches at the treemed, made a couple hundreds in a weekend, this is how i chill when i'm smoked out cheefin', this is how i feel when you count 3 mill, the money the cars the pills the girls with the high heels, yeah this is really how it feels, when i hit em imma steal uhh, this is how i feel when you count 3 mill, the hitta the greed the thieves, i'm rollin all this good weed, yeah this is really how it be look, this is how i feel when you count 3 mill, a few flights and my friends blue lights in my benz, long nights i don't like when it ends, imma roam the strips or blow the flip, i went from selling coke to 20 lights grows and shit, yeah she pass stay hella fresh, yeah she got good pussy and she sellin it, i told her give your boy the digits and we can kick it, yeah i'm all in her ear you ever thought of strippin.yes, this the flyest shit i ever smoked, 50 grand in the envelope, selling dope got me right where i'm at, 17 i took a flight with the bag please, that ain't real cookie nah that's bag seed, yall don't touch where you grab that piece, i'm really playing with mills i got my weed lit burnin 93' till,
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Artist: berner