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tiacorine - burnt (remix) lyrics

[intro: jamie foxx]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[chorus: tia corine]
b+tch, get out of my way, i’m geeked up
louis bag on the plane
i brought my kid ’cause you wanna play
you burnt out b+tch, you movin’ the same

[verse 1: tia corine]
i don’t go on no dates
don’t f+ck on my bed, we gon’ f+ck on the sink
that b+tch, she fake, like weave on a lace
pink glock gon’ knock that ice of your cake
got plates in case you wanted a taste
huh, you can’t slide on my base
huh, p+ssy a flower, he brought me a vase
huh, you can’t drive in my lane
look at your car, we not riding the same
look at your pot, you not hotter than me
b+tch, you like gnat, you be bothering me
i eat a stack just to start up my day
glock go around my hip just like a tutu
f+ck with the gang, we gon’ f+ck ’round and shoot+shoot
red and the yellow b+tch, bowl of them fruit loop
i seen a question mark, n+gga, like, who you?
i’m on your back like the logo on fubu
b+tches, they watchin’ me, netflix and hulu
come on and follow me, i know the shiru
hit from the back, ake that n+gga go, “ouh, ouh”
lotto one song, it bought my home
like twitter, the birds, they all on my phone
it’s pink, my p+ssy, my hair, my thong
get l!cked, get d+cked, get my shoes, and i’m gone
[chorus: tia corine]
b+tch, get out of my way, i’m geeked up
louis bag on the plane
i brought my kid ’cause you wanna play
you burnt out b+tch, you movin’ the same
b+tch, get out of my way, i’m geeked up
louis bag on the plane
i brought my kid ’cause you wanna play
you burnt out b+tch, you movin’ the same

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
b+tch, get out of my way
got a lot of different hoes up in my face
like, they don’t get b+tches buy her [?]
pull off in a [?] don’t mind my [?]
want to have s+x in a [?]
don’t wear louboutin but [?]
f+ckin’ on a cougar, like, twice my age
n+gga go deep throat, don’t cry lil’ bae
i’m in dubai, like, hide my face
kawai, my j+panese asian thing
money on me, i buy everything
when i count brr don’t intervene
i don’t like twenties, got hunnids in my [?]
if i got twenty then twenty get ripped
today i don’t got no lil’ b+tch in my whip
only thing ridin’ shotgun and my stick
[chorus: tia corine]
b+tch, get out of my way, i’m geeked up
louis bag on the plane
i brought my kid ’cause you wanna play
you burnt out b+tch, you movin’ the same
i don’t go on no dates
don’t f+ck on my bed, we gon’ f+ck on the sink
that b+tch, she fake, like weave on a lace
pink glock gon’ knock that ice of your cake
got+

- tiacorine lyrics

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