Burn - Rick Ross

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 flick 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

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

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
C_caine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael's on leon money, 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, bumpin 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

So let that sh_t burn (burn!)
Let that sh_t burn (burn!)
I'm a let that sh_t burn
Let that sh_t burn (burn!)
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles
I'm a let that sh_t burn
Let that sh_t burn (burn!)
I'm a let that sh_t burn
Let that sh_t burn (burn!)
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles

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 hell like a deep breath
Real n_ggas with real money, real b_tches with fake asses
If she don't wanna f_ck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed 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
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
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 titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill 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 ass 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 s_ck 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 barbwire

Chained all VF, I ain't with the BF
Catch me in the city ridin hard through the BF
Skinny n_gga but I do it large like a 3F
The last n_gga try it

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