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lil wayne - burner lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t know how to play 2k
i don’t know how to use blu+ray
f+ck a bag, i’ma need a suitcase
i’m dripping like [?] b+tch
diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste
codeine got me with the screw face
either i’m seeing double or they two+faced
double d’s, these n+ggas too fake, uh
i keep a burner like kevin durant
i keep a burner like kevin durant
kyrie irving, i aim at your ear, back+back+back, i leave it flat
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that

[verse]
i don’t know how to play too safe
b+tch, throw it back like a bouquet
diamonds in my mouth, no toothachе
wheezy baby coming, no due date
couple bank account in thе uk
two choppers, that two ks
i don’t know how to play 2k
still balling out like [?] d+mn
i keep a burner like kevin durant
keep a burner ’til it melt my hand
i been strapped since i was twelve and a half
’cause i got shot when i was twelve and a half
thank you for life to the medical staff
rain turn to ice but it melt when it land
gangster for life and the life after that
ain’t no referee stripes, but yes, i got my flag
yee, you don’t wanna f+ck with me
it could get dirty, i got them bloods with me
i got your blood on me, get the detergent
i heard you coming for me, i’m pressing your b+ttons, my g
you out of service, you don’t wanna f+ck with me
that draco my judge for me, here come the verdict
i keep a burner like k do, shoot from long range like [?] dame and klay too
reggie miller and ray too
jesus sandals, wearing jesus, i make ’em pray to
i ball like they ain’t got no game too
these boys all just think it’s a game too
my shooters shoot at the whole game room
your shooters like shaq ’cause they can’t shoot
straps on straps, yep
big b’s, b+tch, all caps, yeah
i’m high five, ain’t no daps
i drip blood blood, ain’t no crip
these boys sci+fi, ain’t no facts
i bleed concrete, ain’t no cracks
pulling her hair, treat her back like tracks
check your b+tch ass like your max
boy, i’m high as f+ck, i get somebody to come tie you up
it’s tunechi, b+tch, like p diddy, if you want smoke, the nine puff
time is up, bombs away
f+ck whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight
you ain’t even got a pound in the safe, but i pound your face
whole team black attire
sold dreams, tax the buyer
machine gun, rapid fire, boom+boombox, amplifier
tube socks and chacletas, moonrocking margiela
sick as f+ck, salmonella, i whip it up like nutella
i got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat
you speck ’cause you weak
we hungry, we smelling defeat, and i’m like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat?
i got the fn with me, you don’t wanna be f+in with me, definitley
my shooters shoot effortlessly, i’m talking catch+and+release, steph from the three
[chorus]
i don’t know how to play 2k
i don’t know how to use blu+ray
f+ck a bag, i’ma need a suitcase
i’m dripping like [?] b+tch
diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste
codeine got me with the screw face
either i’m seeing double or they two+faced
double d’s, these n+ggas too fake, uh
i keep a burner like kevin durant
i keep a burner like kevin durant
kyrie irving, i aim at your ear, back+back+back, i leave it flat
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that

[outro]
kyrie irving, i aim at your ear, back+back+back, i leave it flat
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that
brooklyn nets, dressed in all+black, fn all+black, extendo on that

- lil wayne lyrics

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