Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burnin' , by - French Montana. Song from the album Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
Burnin' |
| Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in |
| Top open everybody holding g’s |
| Smoking on the Cali weed |
| We proceed, we burning |
| We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking |
| So focused, everybody hate police |
| Won’t let a nigga roll this weed |
| We proceed, we burnin' |
| Call it been there, will spin it niggas all offended |
| You know I’m 'bout to rape the game like a sex offender |
| Gonna get it on your own no codependent |
| Before you back your throne nigga know your limit |
| Still burning rollin' with the top back three times felon |
| Forty’s knock is top back |
| New J’s on Chris Shawn going strong |
| Your picking stems out your shit then you know its wrong |
| Gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked |
| This the cali love, I blow my last stack |
| Stealth mode with your bitch told her pass that |
| Before she drop it on my carpet told her ash that |
| We burnin, burnin |
| Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in |
| Top open everybody holding g’s |
| Smoking on the Cali weed |
| We proceed, we burning |
| We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking |
| So focused, everybody hate police |
| Won’t let a nigga roll this weed |
| We proceed, we burnin' |
| Fresh up outta court |
| Rolling up a dank |
| Diamonds in the paint |
| Harder than a tank |
| Why the fuck them niggas have it |
| Get up on your feet |
| I’ll be court side braggin' |
| 20 for the seat |
| Truck up in the hood |
| Bitch with the sports bra |
| Feet up on the wood |
| I could flip a small car |
| You bald headed skank don’t fuck up my high |
| Canarys on the gold chain will fuck up your eye |
| Plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty niggas |
| Steady fuckin' with us, niggas choke |
| Naked bitches takin pictures |
| I’m gettin throwed weeds official |
| My wrist glisten, niggas broke (Fucked up) |
| We burnin |
| Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in |
| Top open everybody holding g’s |
| Smoking on the Cali weed |
| We proceed, we burning |
| We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking |
| So focused, everybody hate police |
| Won’t let a nigga roll this weed |
| We proceed, we burnin' |
| I’m from under of being hated |
| They know I’m still the greatest |
| I know some fakers that’s faking, I call 'em imitators |
| I got a bitch and my mistress is still in patience |
| And she missing the sick dick and she sick of waiting |
| But I got sick of waiting |
| I got a zip of piff that I’ve been puffin lately |
| I feel like shit is gravey only if i make it out |
| And if this road lead to a dead end I’mma make a route |
| I got 'em all down south |
| They go from making money out of town |
| To get my own down south |
| Disrespect in here will get you punched in the lip |
| We got bricks not the back boy the front of the rim |
| So a lot of pricks bitches often coming with me |
| Spread money across the counter never question receipts |
| I ain’t mean to approach ya |
| I got my team to scope ya |
| They took a shop to tangle all to keep my focus |
| We burning |
| Yeah, we roll in the Cadillac nigga straight loc’in |
| Top open everybody holding g’s |
| Smoking on the Cali weed |
| We proceed, we burning |
| We bang like a heart attack niggas ain’t joking |
| So focused, everybody hate police |
| Won’t let a nigga roll this weed |
| We proceed, we burnin' |