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Lil Wayne - Burn Lyrics

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Lil Wayne – Burn Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Hammer on the dresser work on the stove
Im sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked in the bed flexin’
I say bitch 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 hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses
If she dont wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table guns on the table
Bitch im on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is that choppa I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach clean like Ajax
Man I dont fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we dont know you then you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks
Pussy nigga ill murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood ill have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs ill call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s
Run up in your house smell the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch what they gonna say? Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
Ill let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]

And then I let that kush burn let that kush yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch the booth on fire im in here getting higher

[Verse 2]
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire
Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch
Im talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch AK in my firm grip leap if you feeling like Kermit
Sermons preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like Kalis
Fuck these haters with no grease you get chin checked goatee
Money talks bitch 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 shit Garfield
We will bring the O.K Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails I make lump sums oatmeal
Im stuntin getting new money Truckfit money Mountain Dew tell em
I get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP ill hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM
Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I know Mike Vick
Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Truckfit

[Hook]

And let that kush burn let that kush yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch the booth on fire im in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

[Lil Wayne – Burn Lyrics]


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