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chris king - flamethrower lyrics

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rj on the beat, mama do that sh-t

[hook]
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it

[verse 1]
taught you n-ggas till i heard the choppas blazing
through the death inside my furnace quicker
ammunition tearing in my furniture
hit em and then she fall backwards
i got a man twisted
said she freaky for king if i know she gon l!ck it
i cover that lean and i cover that liquor
i’m on instagram like what’s up with these n-ggas
bustin down their way for a couple a b-tches
we do anything for a double trap, aye
then i go to n-gga i had to double back, aye
two bad b-tches gotta huddle up, aye
and if they rush me it’s all black on the play
duty [?] smoke it can shatter sh-ll cases
n-ggas move out like a pimp and a racing
look in the mirror like i gotta pay
angie went in right after rockay

[hook]
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it

[verse 2]
maxo, maxo
maxo, maxo
break it down, weigh it up
sit it up, set it off aye
rollie on my wrist get bust down
run through the gr-ss like a touchdown
burn it, burn it
young n-gga keep heat no furnace
bliss in the trap for the quarterback sack
fifty in her t-t cause she make me rack
i could never p-ss on those kids backpack
thirty on the gap boom rat tat tat
laptop mac selling microsoft
a b-tch got a gat like laura croft
bulletproof that’s so young dolph
walk cross hip that’s all my cough

[hook]
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it

[verse 3]
it’s that teflon
i don’t want the motherf-cking plank if you ain’t got a sale though
might as well burn it
these n-ggas running my stop like they ain’t gotta earn it
uh i don’t get my hands dirty
take that b-tch straight to the crib and i opened her up like a server
my d-ck she ain’t really deserve it hop in the motherf-cking thirty
ain’t talking unless i’m bodied, lil b-tch you better have body
f-ck around gon get left in the lobby
n-gga uh, i pop purps and i pop xans and molly
uh, all these cash i earned it
n-gga f-ck you and your momma

[hook]
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
roll up that fire and burn it
burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
all a that money we burn it
you want respect you gotta earn it



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