Burn Sözleri

hammer on the dresser

work on the stove

im sittin on the counter blowin purp out my nose

red bone naked

in the bed flexin

i said bitch i aint impressed you mustve got the wrong impression

uh,I aint with the bs Im flyer than pf

man we livin in hell like a deep breath

real niggas with reall money

real bitches with fake asses

if she dont wanna fuck i get on my skate board x skate past

my money on the table guns on table

bitch im on that syrup tell that hoe lehgo my ego

x my girlfriend is a choppa i finger fuck that hoe

hello i am tuechi you had me at hello

uh drop top maybach clean like a jax

man ion fuck w nun on you niggas like red necks

we got that work so come x get it

if we dont know you you pay taxes

i put a hole in yo apple what that is apple jacks

uh pussy nigga ill murder you

than dance at yo funeral

blood ill have a nigga drinkin his own blood communion

wake up like bone thugs i call yo bluff pick the phone up

her tities fake but they look real cubic zoconic

run up in yo house scare the kids x kill the grouwn ups

yo bitch call me when she hot crispy creame dougnuts

shout out to my new hoes shout out to my old hoes

i still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

bitch what they gone say

still eatin rappers on my fuckin lunch break

bad yellow bitch w a tounge like a snake

i let her suck my dick x than i fuck her to some drake

than i let that kush burn let that kush burn

yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasoline

bitch the booth on fire im in here gettin higher

young money bitch we at the top like bobwire

uh money on my mind i aint thinkin bout no bitch

im talkin bout that scratch like my mf throat itch

uh stop stuntin if you ballin buy yo bitch sumthn

stayed on the same team like tim duncan

shit get real if you scared go to catholic school

x if we morning straight jacket like a padden room

shoot yo ass a hunnit times x stand over you

lil tuechi so fly i got arachnophobia

burn bitch ak in my firm grip

leap if you feelin like curmet sermence

preach reach x ill smoke yo ass like cheech

i be fadded like bleach double bareel simece

i like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police

fuck these haters w no grease

you get chin check gold teeth

money talks bitch x mine talk like

robin leech

that lean got me slow as lisa turner ask preach

bank card heavy my wallet like a barbell

my girl got a fat cat i call that shit garfield

we will bring the O.K. Corrall to yo boorbell well pull trigers not coattails

x make lumpsumbs oatmel

im stuntin gettin money truck fit money mountain dew money

tellem i get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne

x the words of my nigga bp ill hit a bitch w a car bomb BOOM

(lil bitch) niggas gone talk they aint talkin bout shit

niggas gone bark i go mike vick

fuck them fuck niggas on that fuck shit

suck a nigga dick for some truck fit

than let that kush burn let that kush burn

yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasolie BITCH

the booth on fire im in here gettin higher

holla at a nigga if you want that oscar myer tune