Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burn Slow , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burn Slow |
| Ear Drummers |
| Burn slow (Get back up from a trap nap) |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| (I'm burning slow right now) |
| Burn slow |
| (I'm at the end of the inscent) |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| (Niggas ain’t got kids) |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Nobody open the door |
| Homie I blow by the «O» |
| Burning it down, kush is all that I know |
| I done had all that before |
| Shawty a pro, told her get down on the floor |
| She take it all in her throat |
| She wanna go, smell the weed all in my clothes |
| Fuck her, don’t need her no more |
| Six in a row, get a bitch, give her the bone |
| Break her like six in them stones |
| Niggas so cold, thinking I sit in the snow |
| I keep a bitch getting stoned |
| Smoke in my home, all my whips covered in chrome |
| All my dips love giving dome |
| Get it to go, back to my crib stuffing cones |
| Y’all either kids or my clones |
| We turnt up on marijuana and champagne |
| Them niggas talk ‘bout who they are, but they don’t do a thing |
| Can’t tell me I ain’t drunk I’m on that water in the club |
| Different strokes, find me a bitch I can poke |
| I’mma go get me an «O» and |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Got a couple thousand dollars and some J’s rolled up |
| I get money every day so everything’s on us |
| I got my own strain, it come with my name |
| Go straight to the brain, your shit ain’t the same |
| A different lane, we sipping champagne |
| I been in the game, just give me a flame |
| She looking for change, I’m rolling up Jane |
| I’m balling insane, got more than six rings |
| In love with my slang, I’m puffing a J |
| I hunt her today, come up with a play |
| Most of these niggas be wanting to cuff on a bitch |
| I just be up in the way, stuff in the safe |
| I’m loving the race, stuck in first place |
| Fuck her for days |
| Them niggas wanna talk about it but they don’t wanna roll |
| What it takes to be a real G, they don’t even know |
| I go to her page, she come to my place |
| It look like a maze, we roll up a plane |
| She look at my change, she start giving brain |
| If they ain’t the gang, then we ain’t the same |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |
| Burn slow, burn slow |