Burnt (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus: Tia Corine]
b*tch, get out of my way, I’m geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out b*tch, you movin' the same

[Verse 1: Tia Corine]
I don’t go on no dates
Don't f*ck on my bed, we gon' f*ck on the sink
That b*tch, she fake, like weave on a lace
Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake
Got plates in case you wanted a taste
Huh, you can't slide on my base
Huh, pus*y a flower, he brought me a vase
Huh, you can't drive in my lane
Look at your car, we not riding the same
Look at your pot, you not hotter than me
b*tch, you like gnat, you be bothering me
I eat a stack just to start up my day
Glock go around my hip just like a tutu
f*ck with the gang, we gon' f*ck 'round and shoot-shoot
Red and the yellow b*tch, bowl of them fruit loop
I seen a question mark, n*gga, like, who you?
I’m on your back like the logo on FUBU
b*tches, they watchin’ me, Netflix and Hulu
Come on and follow me, I know the shiru
Hit from the back, ake that n*gga go, "Ouh, ouh"
Lotto one song, it bought my home
Like Twitter, the birds, they all on my phone
It's pink, my pus*y, my hair, my thong
Get licked, get di*ked, get my shoes, and I’m gone
[Chorus: Tia Corine]
b*tch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out b*tch, you movin' the same
b*tch, get out of my way, I’m geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out b*tch, you movin' the same

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
b*tch, get out of my way
Got a lot of different hoes up in my face
Like, they don't get b*tches buy her snake
Pull off in a way don't mind my J's
Want to have sex in a tree
Don't wear Louboutin but [?]
f*ckin' on a cougar, like, twice my age
Make her go deep throat, don't cry lil' bae
I'm in Dubai, like, hide my face
I mix Kawai and my Japanese Asian thing
Money on me, I buy everything
When I count crack don't intervene
I don't like twenties, got hunnids my mitt
If I got twenty then twenty get ripped
Today I don't got no lil' b*tch in my whip
Only thing ridin' shotgun is my stick
[Chorus: Tia Corine]
b*tch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out b*tch, you movin' the same
I don't go on no dates
Don't f*ck on my bed, we gon' f*ck on the sink
That b*tch, she fake, like weave on a lace
Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake
Got-