Lil Wayne - Burn lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Burn lyrics]
You ns gon' learn today d4
YMCMB, n
Ugh, 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've got the wrong impression, ugh
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 past 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 chopper
I finger-fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at "hello
" ugh 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, ugh
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 zirconias
Run up in your house
Spare the kids and kill the grown-ups
Your bitch call me when she
Hot: Krispy Kreme doughnuts
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 and 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, ugh
Money on my mind I ain't
Thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like
My muhfuckin throat itch, ugh
Stop stuntin' if you ballin'
Buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if you're 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 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 police 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, ugh
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat:
I call that shit "Garfield"
We'll bring the OK corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails
I make lump sums: oatmeal
I'm stuntin', getting 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 nigga BP
"I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb boom!"
Lil' bitch niggas gonna talk they ain't
Talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
And 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
Holla at a nigga if you
Want that Oscar Mayer Tune!
Hahaha dedication 4
Meek, Sean fuck with me!
YMCMB, n
Ugh, 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've got the wrong impression, ugh
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 past 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 chopper
I finger-fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at "hello
" ugh 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, ugh
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 zirconias
Run up in your house
Spare the kids and kill the grown-ups
Your bitch call me when she
Hot: Krispy Kreme doughnuts
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 and 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, ugh
Money on my mind I ain't
Thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like
My muhfuckin throat itch, ugh
Stop stuntin' if you ballin'
Buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if you're 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 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 police 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, ugh
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat:
I call that shit "Garfield"
We'll bring the OK corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails
I make lump sums: oatmeal
I'm stuntin', getting 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 nigga BP
"I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb boom!"
Lil' bitch niggas gonna talk they ain't
Talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
And 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
Holla at a nigga if you
Want that Oscar Mayer Tune!
Hahaha dedication 4
Meek, Sean fuck with me!