Burn b*tch lyrics

by

Nettspend


[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh
Oh, you can't take this out of me, I'm mad
It's like two me's tryna f*ck ya' b*tch
If you hear the Glock sound, make you run quick
Yeah, in the Benz, baby, drive quick
f*ck a fed
Blunt finna burn, b*tch
Time I drop off
I’m finna stunt, I’m too lit (Mag)
Brought a gun to a party, (Mag) f*ck a collage b*tch (Mag)
Oh, in that car, (Mag) jugging all your friends (Mag)
All these b*tches on my f*cking di*k (Mag)
Why he talking all that sh*t? (Mag) I ain't say sh*t, (Mag) yeah (Mag)
Seen yo' b*tch get walked to class, (Mag) so I say sh*t (Mag)
All that talking out yo' ass, (Mag) dumb sh*t (Mag)
Brought a gun to your crib, (Mag) finna dice, (Mag) yeah (Mag)
Why yo' b*tch on my di*k?
Give me head, (Mag) b*tch

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh
Oh, you can't take this out of me, I'm mad
It's like two me's tryna f*ck ya' b*tch
If you hear the Glock sound, make you run quick
Yeah, in the Benz, baby, drive quick
f*ck a fed
Blunt finna burn, b*tch
Time I drop off
I’m finna stunt, I’m too lit (Mag)
Brought a gun to a party, (Mag) f*ck a collage b*tch (Mag)
Oh, in that car, (Mag) jugging all your friends (Mag)
All these b*tches on my f*cking di*k (Mag)
Why he talking all that sh*t? (Mag) I ain't say sh*t, (Mag) yeah (Mag)
Seen yo' b*tch get walked to class, (Mag) so I say sh*t (Mag)
All that talking out yo' ass, (Mag) dumb sh*t (Mag)
Brought a gun to your crib, (Mag) finna dice, (Mag) yeah (Mag)
Why yo' b*tch on my di*k?
Give me head, (Mag) b*tch
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