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Burn (Feat. Rick Ross)

It was right, I was wrong

YeahAnother nigga die as my cell phone rings

Same time bitches kiss the pinky ring

I'm a Don, my mother say she knew that all along

Back when I was never home, when I was I was strong

Try and sell the white like it's right, I was wrong

But the money wasn't light, it was ripe, it was long

Can't be livin' basic all the business people take it

More investigations, all the money we be makin'

Double M the G right now I feel like we the greatest

Nobody hatin', I promise that's not a statement

They in the building with killers they never say shit

And all my niggas the realest cause we don't take shit

Rose just called me like "got a body for you for forty"

I told him if he that important I kill him for sure

Stash bodies, I pay the storage, I pay the mortgage

[?], they told me my record was gorgeous

Wait and listen, then I really start to pay attention

Miami in the [?], but the Ferrari missin'

Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy in it

I'm in the B7, she try to rape me in it

I start caressin' her friend and she told me "wait a minute"

I'm breakin' records, in sixty seconds we finna sex

Then fuck the rest of this beat, cause I'm as finished flex

No regrets, just rollin', me and my weaponBurn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IBurn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IWe checkin' the luggage and carry-on all the money

Feedin' all of my niggas, still get new coupes every summer

Interested in jets and unforgettable sex

[?] went and bought a Corvette

Fuck the feds, get it tatted on my neck and leg

Ballin' like I'm Derrick Rose on my second legs

That fourteen lookin' like my momma deviled eggs

You a bitch, in jail them niggas even had you makin' beds

For a fiend in my blood I write a hundred songs

Never frontin' now my new shit got a hundred rooms

Double M, we them dudes not to run into

Slutty Boyz, pussy boys what you wanna do? Huh?!Burn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IBurn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IMy four-four leave a fuck nigga bedridden

Bed sores and his old ho's head spinnin'

Think it's a game, niggas layin' in the rain

For some shit on Twitter, nigga what the fuck you sayin'?

[?] kept a stick in his dad's [?]

Then went to war with the whole task force

A quarter key is these nigga's goals

Caught a case and his whole damn [?]Fuck is wrong with these niggas souls?

Ain't takin' lip from a bitch unless her pussy is gold

And me and bro blow better 'dro got different [?]

I different business and Benz, different area codes

Wonder why them Taliban niggas never fold

I chop 'em like a Chinaman when I drop a roll

My teacher drivin' the Camry so I was never wrong

She shoulda listened to me, I was right all alongBurn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IBurn this motherfucker down (burn this motherfucker down)

Burn this motherfucker down (down)

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Before IBurn this motherfucker down

Burn this motherfucker down

We be them niggas them niggas don't ever come around

And when they pull up my chopper like "turn the fuck around"

Songwriters

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