Berlin Lyrics

Berlin - SL

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I'm sure and she told me she love me

I know that she love me

We go from the bed to the floor

But I'm actin' all funny and stuff and

She know it like say we ain't

Look, yeah, look, listen

Cah bae, she the best

A hundred or more on the meter, I'm sure

When she tell me she love me

I know that she love me

We go from the bed to the floor

But I'm actin' all funny and

Stuff and shе know

It like say we ain't been herе before

Certain times, it be drivin' me mad

Think I'm better at bein' a whore

If it's on then I'm swingin' my ching

Couldn't tell you a time I relied on the law

Fuck the truth, only lies that I saw

No legit, strictly crime I was in

More I make, I'll give back to the kids

If you're real from the start

Then we're sharin' the win

Never lower your head from a miss

If you ain't get it right

Then you double your shift

Time it come and it goes

We were the closest of kids way

Before all the fuckery showed

But maybe that's it

You're born and you live and

You die when you're old with nothin' to give

I promise I'm leavin' with somethin' to show

Look, yeah if I'm blowin' on smelly

I'm blowin' it strong

True that plug was a bitch but he gone

Why this cat movin' edgy? I know what he's on

Double back and send Mayhem and Probz

Said I'm there in a minute

I'm sorry I'm long

Been a while since I been on my job

If she tell me me she want it

I'll give her the lot

Love the way how she angle the gob

If I'm back to the block

Then I'm back to block

Fuck it, nigga, I'm back to the block

If it's heavy on one then I'm pickin' up two

If it's lowers the price then it's all prof'

Where's the honey? I come for the lot

Just gave seven to Sim, told him

"Play with the stocks"

And I still got some left for the squad

Gave a rack to the killys

To play with the opps

What you doing? I'm doing my job

Get her off, I don't know what she on

I tell Yucky to blow it (Phew, phew)

He leavin' a whole in a fob

Thinking back I was gradually lost

Money boy, where your salary gone?

Need them never garn see me agains

I'm tired of all of these 'marry me' thots

Look at the mess, stuck on the fence

Girl, you're the one

Ain't no need to pretend

If you're there from the start then

You're there 'til the end

Let's make it work

Give a fuck 'bout your friends

Way that you a freak, stuck on repeat

Still got my tool when I step on the street

If they playin' it funny then funny it be

Come, see what I make in a week

Come from a city with hunger and greed

And needs like, "Please, just leave me be"

Packin' my bag while I head for the sea

Over and out when I finish my siege

Stress on a pile, give me my weed

Mad how they talk on this wonderful tree

I got into this music 'cah music is me

Follow my script and you'll see what I mean

Yeah, run it back, let me hear that one