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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Burn"

Sitting on some Cali weed I think it's time to burn
Pull up in some %#@! to put and draw you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboy you better wait your turn

Michael Corleone, money come and get it on the curve
^!$$%s wanna hate that's why they get what they deserve
We only dealing way we had to live and then we learn

No more jays on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama's boy, bumping maze in the Porsche
Bullet proof the suburban, they hating when you earn it

(*##$es be rolling in it, they say I'm so photogenic
Every night it's a feast, ^!$$%s be having beef
I keep me a young boy, I call him my chief keef

Shooters be with extort, go to war over jordans
But you know I'm in reese, kidnapping over them keys
But you know I'm in reese, kidnapping over them keys


^!$$%s want talk
What they gone say

I hit the pedal til that mutha$#&@a break
Freaky (*##$es love the money I make
And to live like this

You mutha$#&@as gotta pay
So let that %#@! burn
Let that %#@! burn

Let that %#@! burn
Let that %#@! burn
Gasoline,

The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that %#@! burn


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 (*##$ 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 ^!$$%s with real money, real (*##$es with fake $$#es
If she don't wanna $#&@ I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table, guns on the table
(*##$ I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger $#&@ that ho

Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't $#&@ with none of you ^!$$%s like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
#~!!@ ^!$$% I'll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I'll have a ^!$$% drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her !@%$ fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your (*##$ call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that $$# out like a wardrobe
(*##$, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my $#&@ing lunch break

Bad yellow (*##$ with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I $#&@ her to some Drake


And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline (*##$

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money (*##$ we at the top like barbwire


Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny ^!$$% but I do it Large like a 3X

The last ^!$$% tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet

Cause we next and we flex like


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