Mike Jones, Plies - My Burner lyrics
[Mike Jones, Plies - My Burner lyrics]
(I keep my burner)
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
(I keep my burner)
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
Four-five or the Glock, hell, yeah
Nigga got it treat it like my ID and
Never leave home without it
Where I'm from, we call that a throwaway
(A throwaway?) Burn it's ass up
And throw that hoe away we can fight
We can play so we can talk it out
Or I can pull out the burner and
Make your ass walk it out we can fight
We can play so we can talk it out
Or I can pull out the burner and blow you
(I keep my burner)
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
What up, homie? This your boy, Mike Jones
This here is just a rough draft
You know what I'm saying?
I want you to get the feel of the track
You know what I'm saying?
I want you to get the hook in your head
And buy it so it'll tell me
If you fucking with it holla at your boy!
MJ! Hey, what's happening, baby?!
Just cocked my shit and put one in the head
Big foul when we got you walking bowlegged
Got the 40 on me, left the yappa on the bed
We can play it how you pussy
Niggas want to play it
I'm too real, little homie
They ever walk scared
I go to cribs and gon' be, ain't going fed
That's when they see me, when you leave
One of these niggas dead
And never pulled that motherfucker
And then spread
When it's time to go to war, nigga
I'ma A-K it on tote and if you don't shoot
Right under my tea is where I keep it hid
Niggas know that I'm the realest
That is gon' get
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
(I keep my burner)
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
Four-five or the Glock, hell, yeah
Nigga got it treat it like my ID and
Never leave home without it
Where I'm from, we call that a throwaway
(A throwaway?) Burn it's ass up
And throw that hoe away we can fight
We can play so we can talk it out
Or I can pull out the burner and
Make your ass walk it out we can fight
We can play so we can talk it out
Or I can pull out the burner and blow you
(I keep my burner)
Even though the law patrolling
Keep my pistol while I'm rolling
Can't let nobody jack me
I'd rather shoot than have them shoot me
(I keep my burner) on my side when I creep
(My burner) under my pillow when I sleep
(My burner)
What up, homie? This your boy, Mike Jones
This here is just a rough draft
You know what I'm saying?
I want you to get the feel of the track
You know what I'm saying?
I want you to get the hook in your head
And buy it so it'll tell me
If you fucking with it holla at your boy!
MJ! Hey, what's happening, baby?!
Just cocked my shit and put one in the head
Big foul when we got you walking bowlegged
Got the 40 on me, left the yappa on the bed
We can play it how you pussy
Niggas want to play it
I'm too real, little homie
They ever walk scared
I go to cribs and gon' be, ain't going fed
That's when they see me, when you leave
One of these niggas dead
And never pulled that motherfucker
And then spread
When it's time to go to war, nigga
I'ma A-K it on tote and if you don't shoot
Right under my tea is where I keep it hid
Niggas know that I'm the realest
That is gon' get