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french montana - burnin' lyrics
[chorus: akon]
yeah, we roll in the cadillac n-gga straight loc’in
top open everybody holding g’s
smoking on the cali weed
we proceed, we burning
we bang like a heart attack n-ggas ain’t joking
so focused, everybody hate police
won’t let a n-gga roll this weed
we proceed, we burnin’
[verse 1: chinx drugz]
call it been there, will spin it n-ggas all offended
you know i’m ’bout to rape the game like a s-x offender
gonna get it on your own no codependent
before you back your throne n-gga know your limit
still burning rollin’ with the top back three times felon
forty’s knock is top back
new j’s on chris shawn going strong
your picking stems out your sh-t then you know its wrong
gone smoke out the chevy windows half cracked
this the cali love, i blow my last stack
stealth mode with your b-tch told her p-ss that
before she drop it on my carpet told her ash that
we burnin, burnin
[chorus: akon]
yeah, we roll in the cadillac n-gga straight loc’in
top open everybody holding g’s
smoking on the cali weed
we proceed, we burning
we bang like a heart attack n-ggas ain’t joking
so focused, everybody hate police
won’t let a n-gga roll this weed
we proceed, we burnin’
[verse 2: french montana]
fresh up outta court
rolling up a dank
diamonds in the paint
harder than a tank
why the f-ck them n-ggas have it
get up on your feet
i’ll be court side braggin’
20 for the seat
truck up in the hood
b-tch with the sports bra
feet up on the wood
i could flip a small car
you bald headed sk-nk don’t f-ck up my high
canarys on the gold chain will f-ck up your eye
plenty drink, plenty smoke, plenty n-ggas
steady f-ckin’ with us, n-ggas choke
naked b-tches takin pictures
i’m gettin throwed weeds official
my wrist glisten, n-ggas broke (f-cked up)
we burnin
[chorus: akon]
yeah, we roll in the cadillac n-gga straight loc’in
top open everybody holding g’s
smoking on the cali weed
we proceed, we burning
we bang like a heart attack n-ggas ain’t joking
so focused, everybody hate police
won’t let a n-gga roll this weed
we proceed, we burnin’
[verse 3: kevin gates]
i’m from under of being hated
they know i’m still the greatest
i know some fakers that’s faking, i call ’em imitators
i got a b-tch and my mistress is still in patience
and she missing the sick d-ck and she sick of waiting
but i got sick of waiting
i got a zip of piff that i’ve been puffin lately
i feel like sh-t is gravey only if i make it out
and if this road lead to a dead end i’mma make a route
i got ’em all down south
they go from making money out of town
to get my own down south
disrespect in here will get you punched in the lip
we got bricks not the back boy the front of the rim
so a lot of pr-cks b-tches often coming with me
spread money across the counter never question receipts
i ain’t mean to approach ya
i got my team to scope ya
they took a shop to tangle all to keep my focus
we burning
[chorus: akon]
yeah, we roll in the cadillac n-gga straight loc’in
top open everybody holding g’s
smoking on the cali weed
we proceed, we burning
we bang like a heart attack n-ggas ain’t joking
so focused, everybody hate police
won’t let a n-gga roll this weed
we proceed, we burnin’
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