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burgundy boys - burgundy lyrics

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[chorus]
all y’all buggin’ on some burgundy type sh-t
all y’all sayin’ they been prayin’ on my downfall
i remember when i was a little kid
all these haters thought i wouldn’t make it so far, but
now you seen me. and the
truth is more than you can believe
now you seen me
all y’all doubtin’ on this prodigy

[verse 1]
they be talkin’ all that sh-t
they be tellin’ me to quit
playin’ mind games with me
don’t f-ck with me
pulling the trigger, hatin’ on me, y’all
hatin’ -ss ninjas, wearin’ hilfiger
hourgl-ss figure, rappin’ like this and you
callin’ me jigga, countin’ the liquor
stickin’ to me like you stickin’ these snickers
i am the one, the almighty figure
hang out with [?], i am the greatest
no one rap quicker

you be pullin’ up, with that stupid sh-t. (dummy!)
sayin’ you was quirky trendy, you should quit
always actin’ fake for the gram, just admit
i’m tired of y’all b-tches, now i’m out this sh-t. (see ya!)

[chorus]
all y’all buggin’ on some burgundy type sh-t
all y’all sayin’ they been prayin’ on my downfall
i remember when i was a little kid
all these haters thought i wouldn’t make it so far, but
now you seen me. (seen me) and the
truth is more than you can
believe. (more than you can believe)
now you seen me. (seen me)
all y’all doubtin’ on this prodigy

[verse 2]
droppin’ bars like i’m [?], it’s a target. (ooo)
your b-tch’s p-ssy laissez-faire, open market. (yum)
drinkin’ henny with your mom, ima start sh-t
pull up in the maserati, that’s a car shift. (skrt)
makin’ youtube videos like i’m swedish, ay
d-ck 5 inches like my ap score, that’s a thesis
peanut b-tter chocolate cookies, like i’m reese’s
putting babies inside your girl, that’s a fetus

[bridge]
now, you seen me. and the
truth is more than you can
believe
now, you seen me. man y’all hatin’ on this prodigy

[outro]
all y’all buggin’ on some burgundy type sh-t. (type sh-t)
all y’all sayin’ sh-t and prayin’ on my downfall
i remember when i disappointed my momma. (let down)
now we in the back, countin’ up them commas. (racks)
all y’all buggin’ on some burgundy type sh-t
i don’t care what y’all say, not a little bit. (i don’t care)
always hatin’ man, i don’t give a sh-t
cross ’em up, yeah, make these ninjas sit. (sit down)



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