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a couple - berner & styles p lyrics

[intro: styles p]
lighting up that sh-t, you know?
let’s go bern, money time

[verse 1: styles p]
plant it, grow it and then bag it up
put it out on the dealer, roll it and hash it up
six digits on the machine, n-gg-
came from a dirty -ss hood but i’m a clean n-gg-
had to sell dope to get soap and some extra groceries
outta my home, on my own, n-gg-s know it’s me
i learned life had it’s ups and downs
had to show them f-ck boys i ain’t f-ck around
i took the hood like they gave it to me
i ain’t order no food but most these n-gg-s cater for me
i ain’t speakin’ on money, unless you f-ckin’ save it for me
i ain’t speakin’ on love, unless you f-ckin’ gave it to me
lookin’ at a jedi, lighting on j, thinkin’ life should be a wave
but i’d probably miss my red eye
but i got the next flight bookin’ you can bet i
mr. get-the-job-done-right if you met i

[chorus: styles p]
all i ever knew was a couple flips
a couple outdoors and a couple ins
a couple pounds and a couple zips
a couple landed, a couple shipped
all i ever knew was a couple flips
a couple outdoors and a couple ins
a couple pounds and a couple zips
a couple landed, a couple shipped

[verse 2: berner]
this sh-t is pressure, make your lungs start hurtin’
my mouthpiece’ll make your girl start workin’
all twenties in that duffel, sh-t is heavy
my dry room crazy, i can’t wait ’til it’s ready
sour’s by the truck, naw they ain’t lock me up yet
car full of k!llas, i get high when the guns click
i’m dumb rich
i’m ridin’ dirty with a young b-tch
all i know is my life changed off of one flip
i used to cut bricks, now i flip rooms, i’m hidin’ from task
your favorite dope boy love me, i won’t give him my math
i only touch the whole thing, i don’t cut ’em in half
we get it there, count the money, then we smuggle it back
i turn five to a hundred, how you bubble like that?
i can change your whole life with hundred grand flat
this sh-t crazy, lookin’ at my bust down
i’m outta town when they touch down, preach

[verse 3: berner & styles p]
outdoor season got your boy rich
a couple more years i’ll hit the forbes list
i left the gang, did a couple more flips
f-ck the middle man, we don’t need to sort sh-t
cut it down, freeze it all, no fake terps
two bucks cheaper for the same work
they like bern, what i gotta do?
clean that money up ‘fo we roll through (yeah)
couple outdoors and a couple ins
you can be broke, catch up, get the mustard benz
i don’t l-st p-ssy but i l-st a m
i, double l, i, o n
take a hit, then i puff again, i’m up again
word to my son and my homies, f-ck sufferin’
custom cars, custom fit, keep the custom in
word to big, i get that work through customs in
ghost, n-gg-

- berner styles p lyrics

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