歌曲下载：Meek Mill Ft. Big Sean – Burn

MMG n-gga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny n-gga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last n-gga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in PJ
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steady preject
Because we next and we flex like…

Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
B-tch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I through him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that sh-t
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his sh-t
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I prayed to god that you see me
I’m on the yard getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad b-tch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t cc’d
Chain all VS
B-tch you know its BS
Boy I run my city

End of story, N-gga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all n-ggas was slackin
Yeah, But I’m all nice new track
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah n-gga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
N-ggas say they want beef
Well well the f-cks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your b-tch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed off in the p-ssy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe n-gga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That p-ssy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo

N-ggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthaf-cka break
Freaky b-tches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthaf-ckas gotta pay
So let that sh-t burn
Let that sh-t burn
Let that sh-t burn
Let that sh-t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that sh-t burn

B-tch, I had one shot of Na blunt
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Diamonds lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra

Burn, B-tch
I let it burn b-tch
My money straighta than a motherf-ckin’ perm b-tch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn sh-t
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn sh-t

Oh that’s your girl,
Damn n-gga you ain’t learn sh-t
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Sh-t
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that p-ssy got that new car smell
Same sh-t, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got sh-t to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a b-tch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you sh-t sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little B-tch…

N-ggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthaf-cka break
Freaky b-tches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthaf-ckas gotta pay
So let that sh-t burn

Let that sh-t burn
Let that sh-t burn
Let that sh-t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that sh-t burn

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