Burn Lyrics - Dedication 4 - Lil Wayne

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 dont 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 

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake 

I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake 

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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 barbwire 

Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no bitch 

I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch 

Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin' 

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan 

Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school 

And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room 

Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you 

Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia 

Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip 

Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons 

Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech 

I be faded like bleach, double barrel: Siamese 

I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police 

Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked: goatee 

Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach 

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech 

Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell 

My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield 

We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell 

We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal 

I'm stuntin', getting new money 

Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em 

I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne 

In the words of my nigga BP I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM 

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Lil' bitch 

Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit 

Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick 

Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit 

Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit 

And let that kush burn let that kush 

Yeah I let that kush burn 

Smoking gasoline bitch 

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher 

Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer