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lirik lagu rick ross - burn (remix)

[intro]
aye boy, where you at?
n-gga you a dead man if you stay right there my n-gga
it’s gonna be a heavy fl!ck coming that way my n-gga
trust me my n-gga
them people coming and they coming with them drums n-gga
get the f-ck outta there my n-gga
save yourself my n-gga
this sh-t getting real tricky out here on these streets
i told you first my n-gga
it’s problems over there, get the f-ck around now

[rick ross]
if it ain’t about dreams and nightmares n-gga it ain’t about nothing
october 30
meek millie what it do?
philly what it do?
so god forgives, you on the road to platinum n-gga

[verse 1]
sitting on some cali weed, i think it’s time to burn
pull up in some sh-t, to put it in dro you gotta learn
cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
michael corleone, come and get it on the curve
these n-gga wanna hate, that’s why they get what they deserve
we only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
no more j’s on the porch, days that we were poor
amazed by mama boy, bumping maze in the porsche
bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
b-tches be rollin in it, they say i’m so photogenic
every night is a feast, n-ggas be having beef
i teach me a young boy, call him my chief keef
truders be with extort, go to war over jordans
but you know i’m in these, kidnappin over them keys
but you know i’m in these, kidnappin over them keys

n-ggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
i hit the pedal til that motherf-cker break
celebrate, freaky b-tches loving money i make
and to live like this you motherf-ckers gotta pay

[hook: big sean & meek mill]

[big sean]
n-ggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
i hit the pedal til that motherf-cker break (til it break)
freaky b-tches love the money i make
and to live like this you motherf-ckers gotta pay
so let that sh-t burn

[meek mill]
let that sh-t burn i’mma let that sh-t burn let that sh-t burn (burn, gasoline)
the roof on fire i’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket i want bottles i’mma let that sh-t burn

[verse 2: lil wayne]
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 b-tch i ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression
i ain’t with the bs, i’m flyer than pf
man, we living in h-ll like a deep breath
real n-ggas with real money, real b-tches with fake -sses
if she don’t wanna f-ck i get on my skateboard and i skate p-ssed her
money on the table, guns on the table
b-tch i’m on that syrup tell that ho leggo my eggo
and my girlfriend is a choppa, i finger f-ck that ho
h-llo i am tunechi: you had me at h-llo
drop top maybach, clean like ajax
man i don’t f-ck with none of you n-ggas 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
p-ssy n-gga i’ll murder you then dance at your funeral
blood i’ll have a n-gga drinking his own blood communion
wake up like bone thugs i’ll call your bluff pick the phone up
her t-tties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia’s
run up in your house spare the kids and k!ll the grown ups
your b-tch call me when she hot: krispy kreme donuts
shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
i still wear that -ss out like a wardrobe
b-tch, what they gonna say?
still eating rappers on my f-cking lunch break
bad yellow b-tch with a tongue like a snake
i let her suck my d-ck then i f-ck her to some drake

and then i let that kush burn let that kush burn
yeah i let that kush burn
smoking gasoline b-tch
the booth on fire i’m in here getting higher
young money b-tch we at the top like barbed wire

chain all v.s. i ain’t with the b.s
catch me in your city riding hard through the b.x
skinny n-gga but i do it large like a 3x
the last n-gga try it…

- lirik lagu rick ross

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