Baby Burkin lyrics

by

Trippie Redd


[Intro]
Uno, I killed it

[Chorus]
Most of these b*tches the same like a synonym
Wonder which one gon' be the antonym
She said "f*ck all that sh*t, bae, we camping in"
She just wanna chill and put smoke in that ambient
She know that I am the sh*t, where the pampers at?
Every time she f*ck she hide where the cameras at
Remember they said I wasn’t gon' be sh*t
Now they play me in the club, get your momma wet

[Verse]
Look at her silhouette
Yeah, I know that I get her wet, chill
Baby just chill on that little sh*t, ew
Baby pay bills in this lil' b*tch, yeah
Choppa gon’ hit
Choppa throw him make him spill in this lil' b*tch
All of my n*ggas they killing this lil' b*tch
Yeah, I know my purpose
I'm the one push up that I assert it
I'm the one tell you you got a purpose
If I die; heaven, I do deserve it
Astral projection, I am not an Earthling
In the Maybach got to close the curtains
I know that's your first time but don't be nervous
Look you in your eye and your feelings flourish
I f*cked her before I gave her lil' Birkin, yeah
I know that you love that I know you hurting
But you never been overseas, huh
I know that she did oversee you
But I took her away, didn’t mislead her
My diamonds they hit like Mike Tyson, huh
My diamonds they bite like Mike Tyson, huh
She gotta focus on my [?], huh
I get so high I float on bison, huh
I promise you that they gon’ remember me after this like I play for the titans
Them n*ggas tried counting me out like a Dodger but f*ck this sh*t, I'm gonna strike ’em
I'ma tell you the truth, all these b*tches, they open they legs and I swear that it's inviting
But, these n*ggas focus on hoes, not the money I swear to God that is the problem
Yeah, my diamonds Balboa but I swear to God it's the Glock that is gonna rock him
I’ma zip your body up and stock 'em
I'ma f*ck these hoes 'til I'm exhausted
Yeah, get that one water from faucet, yeah
Throw out the towel and she wash it, yeah
Cannot beef with 'em he washed up, yeah
Broke n*gga making me nauseous, yeah
n*ggas like to hate so I gotta be cautious
Spending a lot of my time thinkin' a lot
Blessing me with a lot of courage and knowledge
Walking 'round with a lot of rocks no faucet
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