| Ear Drummers
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| Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap)
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| (I'm burning slow right now)
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| Burn slow
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| (I'm at the end of the inscent)
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| (Niggas ain’t got kids)
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Nobody open the door
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| Homie I blow by the «O»
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| Burning it down, kush is all that I know
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| I done had all that before
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| Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor
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| She take it all in her throat
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| She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes
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| Fuck her, don’t need her no more
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| Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone
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| Break her like six in them stones
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| Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow
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| I keep a bitch getting stoned
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| Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome
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| All my dips love giving dome
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| Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones
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| Y’all either kids or my clones
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| We turnt up on marijuana and champagne
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| Them niggas talk ‘bout who they are, but they don’t do a thing
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| Can’t tell me I ain’t drunk I’m on that water in the club
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| Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke
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| I’mma go get me an «O» and
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Got a couple thousand dollars and some J’s rolled up
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| I get money every day so everything’s on us
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| I got my own strain, it come with my name
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| Go straight to the brain, your shit ain’t the same
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| A different lane, we sipping champagne
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| I been in the game, just give me a flame
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| She looking for change, I’m rolling up Jane
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| I’m balling insane, got more than six rings
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| In love with my slang, I’m puffing a J
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| I hunt her today, come up with a play
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| Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch
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| I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe
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| I’m loving the race, stuck in first place
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| Fuck her for days
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| Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don’t wanna roll
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| What it takes to be a real G, they don’t even know
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| I go to her page, she come to my place
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| It look like a maze, we roll up a plane
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| She look at my change, she start giving brain
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| If they ain’t the gang, then we ain’t the same
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow
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| Burn slow, burn slow |