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点击复制Burn (Bonus Track) - Meek Mill (米克·米尔)/Big Sean (大西恩)
God (Yea)
Oh God Boi (Yea)
G O O D (MMG Ni**a)
Chain all V S I ain't with the B S
Catch me in your city riding
Hard through the B X
Skinny ni**a but I do it large like a 3X
The last ni**a 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
90PX working all night
No breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound
Like a T-Rex
B**ch I'm 23 years old
And I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20 000 dollars
Told his a** congratulations
Cause me I wasn't made for that sh*t
But I could probably hire him
And who all paid for his sh*t
And to all the hoes that was dissin'
I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high
Smoking good that seaweed
Bad b**ch in her cha-cha grabbing
On her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad
As hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V S b**ch you knows
It's B S boy I run my city
End of story ni**a P S
All white Maybach Green Bay they packing
Y'all niggas was slackin'
'Member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away
On y'all big rappers
I say yeah ni**a I murder
That Panamera turtle back
Niggas say they want beef well
Where the f**k is my burger at
I got white was serving that
I been to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your b**ch off
That backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that p**sy
Blake Griffin'd yo ho ni**a
Maybach with Ricky Ross
My chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho shout out to my new ho
That p**sy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal
Til that motherf**ker break (til it break)
Freaky b**ches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherf**kers gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn I'mma let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn (burn gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles
I'mma let that sh*t burn
B**ch I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn
Its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
Burn b**ch I let it burn b**ch
My money straighter
Than a motherf**king perm b**ch
No navigation you can see
It is my turn sh*t
Shorty give me all that brain
Still ain't never learned sh*t
Oh that's your girl
Damn ni**a you ain't learn sh*t
She naked in my studio
I'm on that Howard Stern sh*t
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell
Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip
And now that p**sy got the new car smell
Same sh*t different day
I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down
I got sh*t to say my purp strong
Like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon
I got a bad b**ch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your sh*t sound
Like a time bomb boom lil' b**ch
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal
Til that motherf**ker break (til it break)
Freaky b**ches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherf**kers gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn I'mma let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn (burn gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles
I'mma let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn (burn gasline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles
I'mma let that sh*t burn