| I burn bridges, yeah, I burn bridges
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| Traded all my friends in for ends, I’m so frigid
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| That ain’t ya girlfriend, that’s a girl, Lynn
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| I let her in and she gon' blow me like a whirlwind
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| It ain’t '012 but you acting like your world end
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| Peeking down the barrel while you’re squeezing on the pearl end
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| She rocking Pearl Jams, leaving in a pearl Benz
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| John Belushi Ray-Bans with the clear lens
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| Clearly not to be trusted: me and my weird friends
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| Bougie black chicks, punk rock, pierced skin
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| She a dummy, she a dunce like Kirsten
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| Cuz I’mma run through every one of her fierce friends
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| I’m not a rapper, I’m a raptor
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| I don’t run from trouble, I’m running after
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| I’ll turn your shit off like Master Blaster
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| My cookbook one recipe: for disaster
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| And I’m a good look, your girl look… ask her
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| Like you picking out beats, now you wanna slap her
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| I burn bridges, yeah, I burn bridges
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| Traded all my friends in for ends, I’m so frigid
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| Nacho Picasso, Pocahontas wanna talk to him
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| She on my peace pipe, love my Air Moccasins
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| Course they watching him, the boy’s from Washington
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| He spend the Franklins, ignores the Washingtons
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| Bad girls from the club watching Oxygen
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| He a hound, blowing pounds, you should box with him
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| Heard that Chevy transform like Megan Fox with him
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| Never dropped a dime, but dumped lots of tens
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| She got a booty like lumps in the bumps
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| Now I got her in the Trump’s taking blunts… huh
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| And I be walking like my pockets got the mumps
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| Cuz I just ate another nigga’s lunch… thanks, chump!
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| No porn star… I work so hard
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| More classic cars than a tow yard
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| Send a finger in her box, fuck a postcard
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| Ego so big, I don’t need no co-stars
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| I burn bridges, yeah, I burn bridges
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| Traded all my friends in for ends, I’m so frigid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burn Bridges , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album For the Glory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп