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      Burn (Fat Trel)

      Burn (Fat Trel)

      Rick Ross

      Album: I Built A Empire

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      Rick Ross - Burn (Fat Trel) Música y Letra

      Aye boy, where you at?
      Nigga you a dead man if you stay right there my nigga
      It's gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my nigga
      Trust me my nigga
      Them people coming and they coming with them drums nigga
      Get the fuck outta there my nigga
      Save yourself my nigga
      This shit getting real tricky out here on these streets
      I told you first my nigga
      It's problems over there, get the fuck around now
      
      If it ain't about Dreams and Nightmares nigga 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 nigga
      
      Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn
      Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
      Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
      Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve
      These nigga 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, bumping Maze in the Porsche
      Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
      Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic
      Every night is a feast, niggas 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
      
      Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
      I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
      Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
      And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
      
      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
      
      Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit 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 shit 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 bitch 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 niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
      If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
      Money on the table, guns on the table
      Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
      And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
      Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
      Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
      Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas 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
      Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
      Blood I'll have a nigga 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 bitch 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
      Bitch, what they gonna say?
      Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
      I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake
      Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
      
      And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
      Yeah I let that kush burn
      Smoking gasoline bitch
      The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
      Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire
      
      Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
      Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
      Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a
      The last nigga try it

      Rick Ross - Burn (Fat Trel) Música y Letra

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