Lil Wayne, Twista - Burn This City lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Twista - Burn This City lyrics]
Yeah stop playin' with me
Cannon in my hand and I'll be damned
If any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga plans
An effective ass nigga i'm a f-f-fireman
But I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor
I'm a special-ass nigga
No frontin' I'm in front of
These extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Maserati
Fuck the highway troopers
'Cause nowadays dudes'll
Run and tell the troopers
So I hope that same trooper could
Find you when I lose ya
Hey, these niggas talkin' at the
Side of they medullas
Preserve a nigga, put his body in a cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breath?
Gasoline on your door steps fire
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot
Uh, Twista, Cash Money
Niggas shook by Twista
Lil Weezyana status, show em heaven (uh huh)
Call a reverend, I'ma burn em
Up like ladder 47, with a Mac 11
Try to shoot up every part
A you with my arsenel
I'm an arsonist (Say what)
With a 40 cal with a 50 clip
Uh, uh, you don't want a part of this (What)
Let me do your medulla, pop your oblongata
Call a doctor
Homie your are not Baby, not the Twista
And not the Carter (Uh, uh)
Don't be comin' up to me actin' pity
While I carry Glocks to carve ya (yeah)
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write with my mind
You can't stop the author (yeah)
Try to run up on the block, why bother (yeah)
I'mma shoot em with the pump
Then I go and throw his body in a ditch
No one will ever find ya and won't nobody
Talk about you cause I'm
A real street mobster (No)
Ghetto gangstas don't eat pasta
Only fuck with the shrimp and the lobster
Murder that pussy hole in ya boy while
I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa)
New Orleans and Chi connect
Stay burnin' sticky (what)
And we gettin scummy steady gettin' money
That's why I'm up on fifty, shit
I only be fuckin' with niggas
That's earnin' with me
If you try you gon' die
On fire, cause I'm so high
Watch how we burn this city
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot
Ya know, ya know, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah
Sicker than a bird flu
I am the Birdman junior
And you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool
You got to eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat you niggas just like steak
Dinner i'm that nigga
Take a break my fuck up is a perfect mistake
I'm great murder
Renegade music my flows' stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like sutures righteous, ruthless
Strapped, shoot ya we rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em ditch, sewers
Pushin' up Daisies, Roses, Petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfuckin'
Hot Boys reunion weezy
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot
Cannon in my hand and I'll be damned
If any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga plans
An effective ass nigga i'm a f-f-fireman
But I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor
I'm a special-ass nigga
No frontin' I'm in front of
These extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Maserati
Fuck the highway troopers
'Cause nowadays dudes'll
Run and tell the troopers
So I hope that same trooper could
Find you when I lose ya
Hey, these niggas talkin' at the
Side of they medullas
Preserve a nigga, put his body in a cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breath?
Gasoline on your door steps fire
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot
Uh, Twista, Cash Money
Niggas shook by Twista
Lil Weezyana status, show em heaven (uh huh)
Call a reverend, I'ma burn em
Up like ladder 47, with a Mac 11
Try to shoot up every part
A you with my arsenel
I'm an arsonist (Say what)
With a 40 cal with a 50 clip
Uh, uh, you don't want a part of this (What)
Let me do your medulla, pop your oblongata
Call a doctor
Homie your are not Baby, not the Twista
And not the Carter (Uh, uh)
Don't be comin' up to me actin' pity
While I carry Glocks to carve ya (yeah)
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write with my mind
You can't stop the author (yeah)
Try to run up on the block, why bother (yeah)
I'mma shoot em with the pump
Then I go and throw his body in a ditch
No one will ever find ya and won't nobody
Talk about you cause I'm
A real street mobster (No)
Ghetto gangstas don't eat pasta
Only fuck with the shrimp and the lobster
Murder that pussy hole in ya boy while
I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa)
New Orleans and Chi connect
Stay burnin' sticky (what)
And we gettin scummy steady gettin' money
That's why I'm up on fifty, shit
I only be fuckin' with niggas
That's earnin' with me
If you try you gon' die
On fire, cause I'm so high
Watch how we burn this city
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot
Ya know, ya know, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah
Sicker than a bird flu
I am the Birdman junior
And you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool
You got to eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat you niggas just like steak
Dinner i'm that nigga
Take a break my fuck up is a perfect mistake
I'm great murder
Renegade music my flows' stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like sutures righteous, ruthless
Strapped, shoot ya we rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em ditch, sewers
Pushin' up Daisies, Roses, Petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfuckin'
Hot Boys reunion weezy
I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime - Hot