Testo Brrrr - Berner feat. Wiz Khalifa
Testo della canzone Brrrr (Berner feat. Wiz Khalifa), tratta dall'album 11/11
Why they want me dead? That's cold
How they love me when my money get slow? That's cold
How we lose so many loads on the road? That's cold
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Two shows, more beautiful groves, that's cold
All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that's cold
All these bitches we fuck on the road, yeah, so
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Below 30, that's ice-cold
VVS's with the white gold
I'm dumb flexin', and drunk textin'
Tryna fly home with my eyes closed (that's cold)
Gin and drugs, we been the plug
Got big guns up in the club
Got an ice chest where my heart was
Blue bag full of dark bud
We road-trippin' and still drippin'
Old school with the ceilin' missin'
That gin shot got me feelin' different
Old ways, I still don't listen
And they bark loud, 'til the bullit kiss 'em
I'm out late, on a crazy mission
Love the dope game, they just pay me different
In a big pool with 80 women
Made a hundred grand, then blew it off
Street cat, I been through it all
South cake, want two of those
Sell a pack, then go do a show
You need 16, call Hoolio
Real OG, that's my city folks
Mustang with the gold spokes
If you don't choke, then you don't smoke
Too lifted, and we still smokin' (we still smokin')
Taylor Gang, you see the chain glowin'
Big spot where my strane growin'
But my ex bitch gon' stay hoein'
Big Bern got a new wave goin'
When it touch down, bust that thang open
Let me see that, I'ma need that
In 18, they three flat, that's cold
Why they want me dead? That's cold
How they love me when my money get slow? That's cold
How we lose so many loads on the road? That's cold
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Two shows, more beautiful groves, that's cold
All these diamonds on my neck with this gold, that's cold
All these bitches that we fuck on the road, yeah, so
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Seen a lot, but I never change
Don't ever change, I never change
Lotta family, and a lotta love
I thought you had, I'm their everythin'
When you're down and out, you find out who really down for you
If you are askin' from a star nut, time starts tickin' come around
All my niggas hold me down (yeah)
Holdin' weed by the pound
Said that, "they couldn't see the vision", but I guarantee that they can see it now
Takes a mission to be around
Since she love me, I beat it down
Every other week I'm in the clouds (cloud)
I'm that nigga that you read about
Say you gonna hit me up, stick to the plan, plan, plan
Just left her man, goddamn
Doin' the best that you can
Give him a rest, no hands
All your friends call me Wiz, but babygirl, you can call me Cam
Said, "she tired of fuckin' with lame nigga", tryna get rid of her man
I can't describe the feelin'
I'm countin' up them millions, with all my niggas I started with
They don't make 'm like this, oh, no
Every day I'm lit, everywhere I go
Always keep one lit, and another one rolled
To the bank man trips, my pockets swole
Why they want me dead? That's cold
How they love me when my money get slow? That's cold
How we lose so many loads on the road? That's cold
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Two shows, more beautiful groves, that's cold
All these diamonds on my neck with this gold, that's cold
All these bitches we fuck on the road, yeah, so
(Brrrr, brrrr, oh, yeah), I see everythin'
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Cosmo Hickox, Gilbert Anthony Jr. Milam
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