Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn, artist - Young Money. Date of issue: 17.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burn |
| Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove |
| I’m sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose |
| Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' |
| I say bitch I ain’t impressed you must’ve got the wrong impression |
| I ain’t with the BS, I’m flyer than PF |
| Man, we living in hell like a deep breath |
| Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses |
| If she don’t wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her |
| Money on the table, guns on the table |
| Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo |
| And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho |
| Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello |
| Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax |
| Man I don’t fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks |
| We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax |
| I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh |
| Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral |
| Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion |
| Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up |
| Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia’s |
| Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups |
| Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts |
| Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes |
| I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe |
| Bitch, what they gonna say? |
| Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break |
| Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake |
| I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake |
| And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn |
| Yeah I let that kush burn |
| Smoking gasoline bitch |
| The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher |
| Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire |
| Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch |
| I’m talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch |
| Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin' |
| Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan |
| Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school |
| And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room |
| Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you |
| Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia |
| Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip |
| Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons |
| Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech |
| I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese |
| I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police |
| Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee |
| Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach |
| That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech |
| Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell |
| My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield |
| We’ll bring the O.K. |
| Corral to your doorbell |
| We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal |
| I’m stuntin', getting new money |
| Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em |
| I get better like fine wine I’m fire like cayenne |
| In the words of my nigga BP I’ll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM |
| Lil' bitch |
| Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit |
| Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick |
| Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit |
| Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit |
| And let that kush burn let that kush |
| Yeah I let that kush burn |
| Smoking gasoline bitch |
| The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher |
| Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer |