Burn Lyrics

hammer on the dresser work on the stove im sittin on the counter blowin purp out my nose red bone naked in the bed flexin i said bitch i aint impressed you mustve got the wrong impression uh,I aint with the bs Im flyer than pf man we livin in hell like a deep breath real niggas with reall money real bitches with fake asses if she dont wanna fuck i get on my skate board x skate past my money on the table guns on table bitch im on that syrup tell that hoe lehgo my ego x my girlfriend is a choppa i finger fuck that hoe hello i am tuechi you had me at hello uh drop top maybach clean like a jax man ion fuck w nun on you niggas like red necks we got that work so come x get it if we dont know you you pay taxes i put a hole in yo apple what that is apple jacks uh pussy nigga ill murder you than dance at yo funeral blood ill have a nigga drinkin his own blood communion wake up like bone thugs i call yo bluff pick the phone up her tities fake but they look real cubic zoconic run up in yo house scare the kids x kill the grouwn ups yo bitch call me when she hot crispy creame dougnuts shout out to my new hoes shout out to my old hoes i still wear that ass out like a wardrobe bitch what they gone say still eatin rappers on my fuckin lunch break bad yellow bitch w a tounge like a snake i let her suck my dick x than i fuck her to some drake than i let that kush burn let that kush burn yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasoline [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/burn-lyrics-lil-wayne.html ] bitch the booth on fire im in here gettin higher young money bitch we at the top like bobwire uh money on my mind i aint thinkin bout no bitch im talkin bout that scratch like my mf throat itch uh stop stuntin if you ballin buy yo bitch sumthn stayed on the same team like tim duncan shit get real if you scared go to catholic school x if we morning straight jacket like a padden room shoot yo ass a hunnit times x stand over you lil tuechi so fly i got arachnophobia burn bitch ak in my firm grip leap if you feelin like curmet sermence preach reach x ill smoke yo ass like cheech i be fadded like bleach double bareel simece i like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police fuck these haters w no grease you get chin check gold teeth money talks bitch x mine talk like robin leech that lean got me slow as lisa turner ask preach bank card heavy my wallet like a barbell my girl got a fat cat i call that shit garfield we will bring the O.K. Corrall to yo boorbell well pull trigers not coattails x make lumpsumbs oatmel im stuntin gettin money truck fit money mountain dew money tellem i get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne x the words of my nigga bp ill hit a bitch w a car bomb BOOM (lil bitch) niggas gone talk they aint talkin bout shit niggas gone bark i go mike vick fuck them fuck niggas on that fuck shit suck a nigga dick for some truck fit than let that kush burn let that kush burn yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasolie BITCH the booth on fire im in here gettin higher holla at a nigga if you want that oscar myer tune