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jodeci santana - burnt out bozos lyrics

[intro]
f+ck out of here, artist
(n+ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out, oh yeah, n+ggas really burnt out)
“you’re now tuned in to my n+gga artist, f+ckn+gga”
(yeah yeah, n+ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out)
(n+ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out)

[chorus]
these n+ggas be burnt out i swear to god (yeah)
the b+tch be burnt out, ain’t a surprise
you getting money look me in the eyes
tell me, the f+ck did you lie?
i’m tripping on sh+t ‘till a young n+gga fried
i stay with lil ropa he keeping a fye
i’m not a shooter, my hitta told me that “the beef only ends when a f+ckn+gga dies” (d+mn)
n+ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b+tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n+ggas be burnt out (n+ggas be burnt out)
b+tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n+ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b+tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n+ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b+tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
[verse 1]
i got a son that’s older than me
f+ckn+gga try me i’m making him bleed
me and you we not equivalent, f+cking that hoe that you claiming she drinking my seed, d+mn
i came a long way from a young n+gga, but i’m working on me (foreal)
she came a long way just to see a n+gga shawty all on her knees (oh yeah)
i’m getting guap, i’m lit (bands)
she gimme neck, it’s lit (im lit)
grabbing my necklace
i am not paying for sh+t
i don’t give a f+ck about fitting in, my money never do fold it never do fit in
my jeans, the way shawty sucking me up shawty making a mess but i couldn’t be tripping
f+ck ‘bout a thottie ain’t worried for sh+t (ain’t worried for sh+t)
blue hundred thumbing but i’m not a crip
coming for something, i’m taking a risk (taking a risk)
going for nothing you know that i’m um+
f+ck about a thottie, ain’t worried for sh+t
i got too many n+ggas hating, boy get off my d+ck
give a f+ck bout that sh+t, b+tch i’m lit (oh yeah)
latest fashion, b+tch i’m lit (i’m him)

[interlude]
yeah, bossman jo we did it again
we got artist the motherf+ckin’ producer back
we got dj vyfe in the sh+t
real treehaven sh+t, you heard?
now turn us up, let’s go!
[refrain]
n+ggas be burnt out i swear to god
this b+tch burnt out, ain’t a surprise
you getting money look me in the eyes
tell me, the f+ck did you lie?
i stay with lil bro cus he keeping a uh huh (yeah, yeah)
stay with lil bro cus he keeping a fye
i’m tired of n+ggas and b+tches alike
f+ck everybody (ok, alright, yuh)
n+ggas be burnt out (n+ggas be burntout)
hoes be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
n+ggas be burnt out (i swear to god)
hoes be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
n+ggas be burnt out (burnt out)
hoes be burnt out (i swear to, aye)
n+ggas be burnt out (burnt out)
hoes be burnt out (burn out)

[outro]
n+ggas really burnt out
hoes really burnt out
why you tryna cuff a thottie?
gang had her turnt out
i got too many hoes, clothes, shows and dough, i couldn’t complain for sh+t
but honestly i just be praying to god, asking “why these n+ggas lame as sh+t?”

- jodeci santana lyrics

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