Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burning, artist - GRM Daily. Album song GRM 10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GRM Daily, Parlophone
Song language: English
Burning |
| Still feels like my opps ain’t learning |
| Trigger on the dots too sensitive |
| Told bro, «Take your time when you’re turning» (Yeah) |
| Trap game fully on furnished |
| Twenty-four hours and they’re looking refurbished |
| Nothin' ain’t changed but your home address |
| Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (Trust) |
| Don’t care if that chick can’t dance |
| Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (Brr) |
| See how they wanna ride this wave? |
| Didn’t see their face when I’m sofa surfing (Nope) |
| If this music ting don’t work, there’s one thing that I know for certain, |
| I’m in the trap |
| I keep on serving (Yeah) |
| Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he’s on a flying carpet |
| Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic |
| Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn’t OD |
| You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend |
| Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we’ll be doing up mosh pits? |
| (Gang) |
| My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (Whip) |
| Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses |
| 28K when I bought this Cuban, the Rollie ain’t bust down? |
| Then I don’t want it |
| (Facts) |
| It’s Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics |
| Got your bitch in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper, |
| tell her to slop it |
| Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah |
| I just made a ticket, I’m still, I’m still counting dough |
| I was on the prison phone to bro, «I don’t know when they’ll let me go» (Uh) |
| I told bro, «Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close» |
| Burnt my Giuseppe’s, I no longer wear my True Religions (No, I don’t) |
| Had to get me a safety deposit (Facts) |
| All these stacks, they won’t fit in my denims (Trust) |
| All these racks, they don’t fit in the closet (Nope) |
| Money long, I don’t think, I just cop it (Yeah) |
| And if KD with me, then he’s got it |
| Burn a spliff, hit the moon in my rocket |
| And I put like ten thousand on jeans (Ten) |
| But these stacks still don’t fit in my pocket |
| And I built me a money machine |
| My hands really hurt when I’m counting |
| And I started with pennies and dreams |
| I woke up from all of the nightmares |
| So I’m goin' all out for the team |
| I’m goin' all out for the team |
| I’m goin' all out for the team (Yeah) |
| Fell in love with the money machine (Facts) |
| Only right I run up on the plug (Trust) |
| He came up off of robbery P’s |
| Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze (Freeze) |
| I don’t wanna get blood on my jeans (Jeans) |
| Tell my mum that I love her to pieces (I love her) |
| If I die, give my dough to my nephews and nieces, it’s 'velli |
| Pocket watchin', brothers mad, they must have lost it, woah |
| I just made a ticket, I’m still, I’m still counting dough |
| I was on the prison phone to bro, «I don’t know when they’ll let me go» (Uh) |
| I told bro, «Put the thing in sport, I can see the feds coming close» |