Rick Ross - Burn(ft.Lil Wayne) | Текст песни

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Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean)
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)
(Verse 1)
Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it’s time to burn
Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve
These nigga wanna hate, that’s why they get what they deserve
We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
No more J’s on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama boy, bumping Maze in the Porsche
Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
Bitches be rollin in it, they say I’m so photogenic
Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef
Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans
But you know I’m in these, kidnappin over them keys
But you know I’m in these, kidnappin over them keys
(Bridge)
Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn
(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I’m 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 don’t wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don’t fuck with none of you niggas 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
Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia’s
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme 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
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire
(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the p-jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like
(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me… I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes th

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