Ganja Burns Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Ayo 

As the world turns, the blunt burns 

Watch them cunts learn 

Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn 

I move keys, but you hoes get one turn 

Yeah, you get one turn and one urn 

I straighten all these bitches out with one perm 

Who ever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern 

But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm 

They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie 

But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body 

And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry 

I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi 

All my powers back, now I'm scary to zombies 

Bring the heat to her, sizzle 'em, ain't talking Kalonji 

I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body 

Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body 

I ain't givin', so don't ask, I don't lend my body 

Gotta be king status to give men my body 

(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?) 

Fuck, yeah, 'cause a Queen is what I embody, uh 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

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Yo 

You can't wear a Nicki wig and then be Nicki 

That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie 

One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy 

One hot video, you Hype? Nah, you just giddy 

You made one dope beat, now you Kanye? 

You got a nigga named JAY, now you 'Yoncé? 

You got about three stacks, now you André? 

You put a part in your fade, yeah you Nas, bae 

You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that 

If it's really your passion, would you give the world for that? 

Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit 

At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit 

Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfectin' my craft 

Still every team's number one pick in the draft 

You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day 

I'm Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K 

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Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Everytime I get high, I just think about you 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn 

I see you, I see you 

I see you, I see you 

To my surprise, I saw you in my eyes 

The nights I cried, repented of the lies 

To my na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

To my na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na 

Ooh, burn, baby