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lil wayne – burn lyrics



[verse 1]
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 b-tch i ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression
i ain’t with the bs, i’m flyer than pf
man we living in h-ll like a deep breath
real n-gg-s with real money real b-tches with fake -sses
if she don’t wanna f-ck i get on my skateboard and i skate p-ssed her
money on the table, guns on the table
b-tch i’m on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my eggo
and my girlfriend is that choppa, i finger f-ck that ho
h-llo i am tunechi you had me at h-llo
drop top maybach, clean like ajax
man i don’t f-ck with none of you n-gg-s like rednecks
we got that work so come and get if we don’t know you, you pay tax
i put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks
p-ssy n-gg- i’ll murder you then dance at your funeral
blood i’ll have a n-gg- drinking his own blood communion
wake up like bone thugs i’ll call your bluff pick the phone up
her t-tties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s
run up in your house smell the kids and kill the grown ups
your b-tch call me when she hot krispy kream donuts
shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
i still wear that -ss out like a wardrobe
b-tch what they gonna say?
still eating rappers on my f-cking lunch break
bad yellow b-tch with a tongue like a snake
i let her suck my d-ck then i f-ck her to some drake

and then i let that kush burn let that kush burn
yeah i let that kush burn
smoking gasoline b-tch
the booth on fire i’m in here getting higher
young money b-tch we at the top like barbwire

[verse 2]
money on my mind i ain’t thinking bout no b-tch
i’m talking bout that scratch like my muhf-ckin throat itch
stop stuntin if you ballin buy your b-tch something
stayed on the same team like tim duncan
sh-t get real if ya scared go to catholic school
and if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
shoot your -ss 100 times and stand over you
lil’ tunechi so fly i got arachnophobia
burn b-tch, ak in my firm grip
leap if you feeling like kermit, sermons
preach reach and i smoke your -ss like cheech
i be faded like bleach, double barrel siamese
i like my swisher obese f-ck that b-tch like kalis
f-ck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee
money talks b-tch 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 sh-t 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 n-gg- bp i’ll hit a b-tch with a car bomb boom

lil’ b-tch
n-gg-s gonna talk they ain’t talking bout sh-t
n-gg-s gonna bark i go mike vick
f-ckin’ f-ck n-gg-s on that f-ck sh-t
suck a n-gg- d-ck for some trukfit

and let that kush burn let that kush
yeah i let that kush burn
smoking gasoline b-tch
the booth on fire i’m in here getting higher
holla at a n-gg- if you want that oscar mayer