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berner & styles p - keep smokin' lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
see the paint, smell the strain
it’s mob lookin’, meanin’ it’s well arranged
a couple million bucks could make a fella change
stellar with the acappella, ip man, boxin’ games
my impact, if you took the pack but ain’t got the change
these n-ggas said they g but we not the same
’cause a flea can k!ll a dog when the chopper ring
usually your dope boy, jack boy shot the thing
i’ve been on my p sh-t, leaflet, paper lit
fax here, wax here, dab it you could vapor it
i could give you game, n-gga do the same
red and blue the same, if the whites is the only n-ggas makin’ it

[chorus: wiz khalifa]
i’m floatin’ through the smoke, my eyes are barely open
i’m ’bout to roll another one up
i’m floatin’ through the smoke, my eyes are barely open
i’m ’bout to roll another one up
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)
i’ma keep smokin’ (don’t stop)

[verse 2: berner]
you might overdose if you smoke with ghost
you might tap out if you burn with bern
i’m on do-si-dos, snow white, lemoncello, and cherry sherb
this new sh-t look h-lla crazy
i’m smoked out on a private plane
i got two b’s in my louis bag
i’m a real weed-head, we don’t move the same
i got extracts, head stash
i’m still in the bay, where the vest?
i’m on the 101 goin’ h-lla fast
send them b-tches, sellin’ packs
lived a good life, been to h-ll and back
more first cl-ss flights, blow plenty of cash
my head spendin’ and my team winnin’
i woke up drunk next to three women
i’m poppin’ tags and rubber bands
i just got a new spa for my mother plants
i bought a fifty pack on my rapper advance
i don’t sleep at all ’til the package lands
gl-ss jars full of new strains
we change the game and they love it (they do)
new york, october, them indoors keep comin’
yeah, it’s flooded

[verse 3: styles p & berner]
plant based but i’ma cash cow
entrepreneur to put the mask down
pick it back up, put the cash up
real n-gga, lay it back down
driftin’ on ’em sideways
ain’t high enough to see god’s face
but that snowman, in that king jack
and that guava, i’m in god’s sp-ce
we be up in them airlines
we be rippin’ them highways
if you can’t grow it then you buy weight
for that big body in that driveway
crime pays, i’m on the highway
big rig truck, wanna fly away
whale in the game, you a lightweight
your girl love the way a lemon pie taste
big -ss crib and i pops the rubbers
i’m on facetime just talkin’ numbers
52, 32, 22, even 15
dude, we eat so good we don’t sip no lean
we don’t cut no c0ke, no, we leave this sh-t clean
i was only sixteen when i made twenty grand
put it right back to work, in this city, i’m the man

- berner styles p lyrics

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