Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burnt/ Fuck 1x, artist - Da$h. Album song V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Burnt/ Fuck 1x |
No suit I’m handling business |
My weed so loud in public some get offended |
Like 2 Chainz said I’m riding round and I’m getting it |
You ain’t make a dollar of this money bitch so you damn sure ain’t gonna spend |
it |
I’m in it to win it there’s no second place taking joints to the face |
Take your bitch to my place suck me off for a hour said I had good taste |
Seen the views in the crib, yea |
Said she dig where I live |
Left the lab around 2: 00−2: 30 yea you know your boy up in her ribs |
D-A-$ young real nigga junior in high school lean sippin' pill dealer |
Only been a few years since then couple labels wanna offer me a deal nigga |
Words kinda slur cus' I’m off the cup |
Smoking on the joint but they offering blunts |
Models from the club to the loft to fuck and these niggas keep saying I ain’t |
talking much |
And these niggas keep saying I ain’t talking much |
And a nigga won’t stop rapping til I’m lost in bucks |
Niggas keep saying I ain’t talking much |
I bring models from the club to the loft to fuck |
Yea, so |
This the part you get turnt up |
Pop the pill, smoke the blunt |
This the part you get turnt up |
Grab a bitch, pour your cup |
I said this the part you get turnt up |
Pop a zip, we don’t give a fuck |
I said this the part you get turnt up |
Yea, so |
(2: Fuck 1x) |
H’z Nigga |
Cus if you ain’t know |
Dub 12 shit |
Claiming we homies and they don’t even know me |
Can’t even tell em' my real name, I treat em' like the police |
You guessed it Da$h Dillinger, lyrical god |
Blows a ounce with the council my team be the fuckin' mob |
Couple niggas in jail, few niggas on bail |
A few niggas in hell my motivation for rapping so well |
And my haters, In the corner with a dunce cap |
While I roll sacks and I count stacks |
Fuck a bad bitch till her back break |
Minus bullshit nigga life’s great |
Breaking down this elbow |
Blasting T and 101 in my black and white shell toes |
And I’m plottin' on a million, fuck how you feelin' |
Bad bitch in a convertible drop the ceiling |
When I think I lost my mind shorty blew it out |
You already know what my mother fucking crew about |
(?) Man I bet your fucking boo could vouch |
Free the bigga, till he home Ima bring the wave my nigga |
Yea, so |
Eat a dick if you ain’t wit it nigga |