Paroles La plaza Berner

La plaza

She might overdose
I don't need no boss
But your boy is so wet, I don't need no boat
Presidential, I don't need no vote
We get drunk, talk shit and we breath on dope
Salute!
This is for the cats on the root
That are watching our back, while the bag is en route
If you see the blue lights, don't worry 'bout none
If you pull you out the car
Please remember some
You don't speak to the police
If you don't pay a tax and he won't eat
Got a cold mouth piece, no gold teeth
Blowing bags in our Maybach in 03
Trust me, the money got me dizzy as hell
I turn the music up loud, when I'm in the Chevelle
She like to play my games, but I put it through hell
Open up the bag with the beautiful smell
All the players love Burn cuz' I'm doing my thang
I'm runnin' the game, I just flooded my chain
Yeah, welcome to the Plaza
Half a mil' stuffed at the door, [?]

Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya
Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

I'm fresh off the mothafuckin' piece of good pussy
Now with my nephew, blowing on some cookies
Intergalactic, the skies are fresh air
Taking out the plastic now, light it and pass it
Portable, affordable, elegant
See, my shit's the bomb but it's executive
I say my, spray my, playtime
And bust on yo' bitch in the daytime
I cough from the streets to the sweets
Dawg, you can go to jail
Mothafuck the police!
See, I ain't never gave a fuck about the law
I smoke [?]

Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya
Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

I'm chillin in [?], champaigne in my cup
Celebratin' life, filled another armored truck
The breeze feel better in an old-school classic
Versace [?] shoes and I'm brown bag addict
I'm 36 so I had to grab the [?]
My crib got bigger, [?]
Cutthroat but the weed make me smile
Open up the spot, they line up single [?]
From Dubai to LA, back to the Burj
All the dirt boys hollow, want it back from the Bern
My Maibach look like [?]
Welcome to the Plaza, it's the king of marijuana

Let's roll one, get fucked up (Roll it up)
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya
See, if you ain't smokin', you gotta go
Let's roll one, get fucked up (Put it in the air)
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya
Whacha waitin' for

That's that shit, big joint rolled with a bad bitch
Fuck more hoes than your average
Nigga that ain't come from privileges
I lit and shit
I might look innocent
But I take a bitch and her friends to my hotel
Let 'em smoke wax, let a real nigga hit
She ain't goin' back
Yeah I'm all that
Fuck ones never call back
Good weed, where the bum at
Bring the car, bring the smoke
Get the room and them bitches ready to go
Let's do this on the low, with no social media
I fuck you good
Start to slow down, I beat it up
Roll up the trees, fold up the cheese
Kick my 6'4 clean, with the ho on her knees
Pair of Vans on with some white jeans
Talkin' 'bout them niggas gettin' rich where we might be
Bitches like me but these niggas don't
I ain't worried 'cuz I'm all about my figures, dawg
And I'm sinkin' low

Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya
Let's roll one, get fucked up
And if you ain't smoking, bud, we ain't got no love for ya

Blaze up!
Yeah, and in fact I smoke yours, nigga
I'm tired of smokin' mine
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
You funky bitch, you