lil wayne
burn
[Intro - DJ Drama] You niggas gon' learn today D4 YMCMB nigga [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Uh, 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” Uh, 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 pass her Money on the table, guns on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: “let go my ego” And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe Hello I am Tunechi, you had me at “hello” Uh, 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 doughnuts Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes I'll still wear that ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what they gon' say? I'm 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 [Chorus - Lil Wayne] 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 barbwire [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin' Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic school And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded room Shoot your ass 100 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'll 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 Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield We'll bring 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 nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM! Lil' bitch Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike Vick Fuck them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit Suck a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Then 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 [Outro - Lil Wayne] Tune Hahaa Dedication 4 Meek, Sean, fuck with me