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big sean - burn كلمات الأغنية

god (yea)
oh god, boi, (yea)
g.o.o.d. (mmg, n-gga)

chain all v.s. i ain’t with the b.s
catch me in your city riding hard through the b.x
skinny n-gga but i do it large like a 3x
the last n-gga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
right back to that money slinging o’s in the p.jects
or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the p-jet
cause we next and we flex like

90px, working all night no breaks or a recess
vroom vroom yeah i know my car sound like a t-rex
b-tch, i’m 23 years old and i ain’t riding in a prius
my cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
threw him 20,000 dollars told his -ss congratulations
cause me, i wasn’t made for that sh-t
but i could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh-t
and to all the hoes that was dissin’ i pray to god that you see me
i’m on a yacht getting h-lla’ high smoking good that seaweed
bad b-tch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
million dollar deals on my email you mad as h-ll you ain’t cc’ed
chain all v.s. b-tch you knows it’s b.s. boy i run my city

end of story, n-gga p.s
all white maybach greenbay they packed
y’all n-ggas was slackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
and they say lifes 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 n-gga i murder that panamera inserted back
n-ggas say they want beef well where the f-ck is my burger at?
i got white was serving that i been to jail i ain’t going back
i alley oop your b-tch off that backboard she throw it back
i slam dunk in that p-ssy, blake griffin’d yo ho, n-gga
maybach with ricky ross my chain rock like i know jigga
thats cause i do ho, shout out to my new ho
that p-ssy pink like nuvo and i dog that cujo

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n-ggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
i hit the pedal til that motherf-cker break (til it break)
freaky b-tches love the money i make
and to live like this you motherf-ckers gotta pay
so let that sh-t burn
let that sh-t burn i’mma let that sh-t burn let that sh-t 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 sh-t burn

b-tch i had one shot and i ain’t blow it
riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
i got green on top of green d-mn its looking like i grow it
d-town the hood behind me like a king cobra

burn b-tch i let it burn b-tch
my money straighter than a motherf-cking perm b-tch
no navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerv, swerv)
shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned sh-t

oh that’s your girl? d-mn n-gga you ain’t learn sh-t
she naked in my studio i’m on that howard stern sh-t
i swear that mac 10 is my barbell, finally famous the cartel
hit your girl in my whip and now that p-ssy got the new car smell
same sh-t different day i ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
don’t turn me down i got sh-t to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
it’s sean don sippin’ chandon i got a bad b-tch with them pom pom’s
my rollie don’t tick-tock your sh-t sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ b-tch

[chorus]

- big sean

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