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berner & styles p - turkey bag lyrics

[intro: styles p]
this feels great
yeah

[verse 1: styles p]
you start as lil’ bro, then you big bro
you start as lil’ homie, then you big homie
niggas know me
the b-tches know me
salute to the goonies, do a stick up for me
when i die blow some weed, pour some liquor for me
know i keep workin’ the whip, you couldn’t get up on it
i’ve been skrtin’ off since nextels was chirpin’ off
lookin’ at the stash house could tell you what the dirt is for
i could get deeper with it, tell you what niggas murder for
all this fly shit that we livin’ for
superstitious hand is itchin’, i’m ’bout to get it though
can’t trust niggas, the uzi is by the kitchen door
be careful what you be wishin’ for
well to the well is empty, what is [?] for?
can’t get nothin’ from nothin’, i prove different though
but never say you gettin’ the money, ’cause they be snitchin’ y’all

[chorus: berner & styles p]
hand fulls out the turkey bag
move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin’ at the chosen ones
hand fulls out the turkey bag
never rat, love the silence, you lookin’ at the golden ones
hand fulls out the turkey bag, i’m loaded
i’ma throw ’em 20 pounds, let ’em work with that
hand fulls out the turkey bag
long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

[verse 2: berner]
this shit is dreamy
got me readin’ ’bout nefertiti
bora bora for a week
when i leave tahiti
pimpin’ ain’t’ easy but the game still need me
only reason i’m around still
i never got greedy
the trippy thing about life
is you could live forever
keep your name good
in the streets
i’m tryna’ do better
paper drips was sauce
yeah, i burn nice and slow
another million from the road
i’m tryna buy another home
i miss the jack, big 40 on my lap, while i’m ridin’
while the good keep dyin’
half a pound to the neck
i’ma grind ’til i see the sunrise
we don’t rest
we don’t even flex, nah
we just feel blessed to wake up in the mornin’ and
take another breath (think about it)
hand fulls out the turkey bag, i’m loaded
i’ma throw ’em 20 pounds, let ’em work with that

[verse 3: b-real]
got my bottom b-tch flippin’ paper on all the neighbors
got the flavor like a now n later, f-ck a hater
mind driftin’ like a smoke cloud when my loud lingers
shattered, trippin’ from the joint off in my fingers
dead ringers
rig slingers, no blue dreamers
our packs gettin’ fatter while your pockets gettin’ leaner
every pack a little cleaner, lemoncello so much sweeter
watch these b-tches change up their demeanor
the gr-ss is greener
a thousand lights, ladies bouncin’ right, astoundin’ sight
if you lookin’ for the doctor, got to know you find him, right?
it’s all gas, better haul -ss like you got a hall p-ss to the spot
payment, all cash
so let me light this one and make it smell lovely
no matter what’chu do, you could never be above me
i keep pushin’ ’til the sun sets, until the break of dawn
concentrate, i’m dabbin’ to the song, mind gone

- berner styles p lyrics

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