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Meek Mill - Burn (feat. Big Sean)

Burn
Meek Mill
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[Big Sean:]
God!
[Meek Mill:]
Yea!
[Big Sean:]
Oh God, Boi!
[Meek Mill:]
Yea!
[Big Sean:]
G.O.O.D. !
[Meek Mill:]
MMG, nigga!

[Meek Mill:]
Chain all VS, I ain't with the bs,
Catch me in your city ridin' hard through the bx.
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X,
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked,
Right back to that money slingin' o's in the p-jects,
Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the p-jet,
‘Cause we next and we flex like...

[Big Sean:]
90PX, workin' all night, no breaks or a recess,
Vroom vroom, yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex,
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't ridin' in a Prius,
My cousin finished school, can't believe he graduated,
Threw him twenty thousand dollars, told his ass congratulations
‘Cause me... I wasn't made for that shit,
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit.
And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me.
I'm on a yacht gettin' hella high, smokin' good that seaweed,
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbin' on her chi-chis,
Million dollar deals on my e-mail, you mad as hell you ain't cc'ed.
Chain all VS, bitch, you know it's bs, boy, I run my city.

[Meek Mill:]
End of story, nigga, P.S.
All white Maybach, Greenbay, they packed.
Y'all, niggas, was slackin', 'member the hard nights we trappin',
And they say life's 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, nigga!” I murder that Panamera inserted back,
Niggas say they want beef, well, where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was servin' that, I been to jail, I ain't goin' back.
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard, she throw it back,
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga!
Maybach with Ricky Ross, my chain rock like I know Jigga,
That's ‘cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho,
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo!

[Hook:]
[Big Sean:]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say, (Gon' say)
I hit the pedal ‘til that motherfucker break, (‘Til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make,
And to live like this you, motherfuckers, gotta pay!
So let that shit burn!
[Meek Mill:]
Let that shit burn, Imma let that shit burnm let that shit burn! (Burn gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher,
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, Imma let that shit burn!

[Big Sean:]
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it,
Ridin' ‘til the wheels fall off and they tow it,
I got green on top of green, damn, it's looking like I grow it,
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra.

[Meek Mill:]
Burn, bitch, I let it burn, bitch!
My money straighter than a motherfuckin' perm, bitch!
No navigation, you can see it is my turn, chyea! (Swirv, swirv)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit.

[Big Sean:]
Oh, that's your girl? Damn, nigga, you ain't learn shit.
She naked in my studio, I'm on that Howard Stern shit,
I swear that MAC-10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel.
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell,
Same shit, different day, I ain't broke no more, it's a different day.
Don't turn me down, I got shit to say my purp strong like it's liftin' weights,
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon, I got a bad bitch with them pom poms.
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb. Boom, lil' bitch!

[Hook]

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