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love sept. - burner lyrics

[hook: hen$haw] x 2
turn up, turn up
i come equipped with the burner
turn up, turn up
i come equipped with the burner
turn up, turn up
i come equipped with the burner
turn up, turn up
i come equipped with the burner

[verse 1: kxzari]
first off
ain’t you seen my choppa rip
leave him in the dirt
split his skull round the corner from the crib
ain’t you seen my niggas hit
choppa left you quiet so there ain’t no talkin’ shit
slit throats
just like my wrist
hang like a pig
soul ain’t worth shit
he told me please no don’t you do it
too late lil b-tch
i told you don’t snitch
it’s war like the blitz
now you gone catch these bullets

[verse 2: hen$haw]
turn up, turn up
manaman hate coz they know i’m an earner
i’ll spin a mans jaw make him look like a gurner
i’m sticking that l on your back you’re a learner
uh yeah, i be so drippy you claim you’re a gangster then pussy come dip me
you diss me but i f-ck your b-tch g it’s mad (g it’s mad)
man i never lack, i back the black mac and ratatatat
and splat a mans hat, i roll with the whole pack
i’m rolling the pack i go for the dough fam the shotty got blow back oh man issa murder, cutters and burners
i don’t really wanna get birded
man i might splurge him, then it be curtains
call man scissor hands move tim burton

[verse 3: v.ri]
set up on my life style
suck on my d-ck it’s the karma
spit on my shit it’s a lama
blade on my wrist a katana
smoke like a b-tch it’s the ganja
lookin’ all green it’s a martian
ay, ay, ay, ay
told her f-ck off my shit
huh
two face b-tch and i twist
huh
never no kick when i hit
huh
see who hatin’
fail when they racin’
sail when they chasin
hail when it’s raining
drip on a b-tch
i got a lotta patience
hit with a clip
i got f-cking paper
sip with my lip
she wants f-cking tasters
at the age of six
told god that i hate him
f-ck it i’m licked
save myself for the angels
ay, ay, ay, ay
ay, ay, ay, ay

[verse 4: bvdlvd]
man wanna fist to fist
pussy boy come get a kiss
i’m darkness in the mist
i’mma spartan
flip the switch
you can’t just mix wit this
yeah i hit the lick
i got b-tches to lick the tip
yeah my b-tches spit on it
yuh yuh yuh
yeah my b-tches spit on it
better keep your distance
i’mma write off your existence
i’mma walk in to your life
and f-cking f-ck up all ya feelings
i ain’t waiting for ya cheating
i ain’t waiting for ya beating
i know this might sound crazy
but you prolly should know that
i’mma mother f-cking goat goat
burning the letters that you wrote wrote
all these hotties wanna go go
want a b-tch that i can choke choke choke
ay

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