Meek Mill
Burn Lyrics
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ainât with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
Iâm prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex likeâ¦
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch Iâm 23 years old and I ainât riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Canât believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasnât made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
Iâm on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ainât CC’d
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Yâall niggas was slackin
Yeah, But Iâm all nice new track
And they say lifeâs a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ainât going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffinâd your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thatâs cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, Iâm only gettinâ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
Iâma let that shit burn
Bitch, I had one shot and ain’t blow it
Ridinâ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it’s lookinâ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckinâ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ainât never learn shit
Oh thatâs your girl,
Damn nigga you ainât learn shit
She naked in my studio
Iâm on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ainât broke no more, itâs a different day
Donât turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like itâs lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippinâ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly donât tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
Boom
Little Bitchâ¦
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, Iâm only gettinâ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
Iâma let that shit burn
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, Iâm only gettinâ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
Iâma let that shit burnâ¦burn