Текст песни Lil' Wayne — Burn (dedication 4)
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sittin' on the counter blowin' purp out my nose
Redbone naked, in the bed flexin'
I said bitch I ain't impressed, you must've got the wrong impression, uh
I ain't with the BS, I'm flying in PF
Man, we livin' in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money
Real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck it get on my skateboard and I skate past her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my ego
And my girlfriend has a chopper
I finger-fuck that ho
Hello, I am Tunechi
You had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get it
If we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple
What that is? Apple jacks
Pussy nigga I murder you
Then dance at your funeral
Blood I have a nigga drinkin' his own blood, communion
Wake up like bone thugs
I call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real - cubic zirconiums
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the grownups
Your bitch call me when she hot, krispy kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'd still wear that ass out like a wardrobe bitch
What they don't say
I'm still eatin' rappers on my fuckin' lunch break
Bad yella bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake
Then let that kush burn, let that kush burn
Yea, I let that kush burn, smokin' gasoline
Bitch the booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire
Money on my mind, I ain't think about no bitch
I'm talkin' ‘bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch uh
Stop stuntin' if you ballin' by your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
She get real, let this kid go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like the patted room
Shoot your ass a hundred times and stand over ya
Lil Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feelin' like Kermit, sermons
Preach, preach and I smoke your ass like cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese
Fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease
You get chin checked, gold teeth
Money talks bitch, your mind talk like Robin Lynch
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, as Screech
Bank car heavy, my wallet like a bar bill
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We will bring the Ok quarrel to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not cotails
I make lumpsums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', getting new money
Trukfit money, Mountain Dew money
Tell ‘em - I get better like fine wine
I'm fire like Kayan
And the words of my niggas BP
I hit a bitch with a car bomb, boom!
Niggas gon talk, they ain't talkin' ‘bout shit
Niggas gon bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick, for some Trukfit
And let that kush burn, let that kush burn
Then let that kush burn, let that kush burn
Yea, I let that kush burn, smokin' gasoline
Bitch the booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
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