Testo Burn - Young Money
Testo della canzone Burn (Young Money), tratta dall'album In Trap We Trust, Vol. 1
Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sittin' on the counter blowin' purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say, "- I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we livin' in hell like a deep breath
Real - with real money, real - with fake -
If she don't wanna -, I get on my skateboard, and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the table
- I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe, "Let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger - that h-
Hello, I am Tunechi, you had me at, "Hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't - with none of you - like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, - I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a - drinkin' his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her - fake, but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the grown-ups
Your - call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme Doughnuts
Shout out to my new ho-, shout out to my old ho-
I'll still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
-, what they gon' say?
I'm still eatin' rappers on my - lunch break
Bad yellow - with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my - and then I f- her to some Drake
And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah, I let that Kush burn
Smokin' gasoline, -
The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin' higher
Young Money, b- we at the top like barbwire
Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinkin' 'bout no b-
I'm talkin' 'bout that scratch like my motherf- throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your - somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Sh- get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass a hundred times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn -, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feelin' like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, - that - like police
I f- these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks - and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that sh- Garfield
We'll brin' the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my - BP, I'll hit a - with a car bomb
Boom!
(Gangsta Greezy) lil' -
- gon' talk, they ain't talkin' 'bout sh-
- gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
- them - on that -
Suck a - for some TRUKFIT
And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah, I let that Kush burn
Smokin' gasoline, -
The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin' higher
Holla at a -, if you want that Oscar Mayer
Tell 'em
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Writer(s): Jason Ingram, Benjamin David Fielding, Paul Brendon Mabury
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