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Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down And the brain was good but the head ain't right So I had to dip, baby girl don't trip Lemme light my spliff and put it to my lip Smoke it up now chill, baby I'm too real Don't let the vibe get killed, now I don't do no pills And I don't need no lean, I just smoke my green I ain't with all of that overdose, comatose, holy ghost Ride the folks, motherfuckers better have my money Tell 'em vamanos, anybody living in negativity gotta go I ain't with all of the hostility I could body those dead Tell 'em what the OG said Keep it in your clique, get bread If I gotta paint this whole bitch red Walk around with my enemy severed head I would rather live free and prosper, fuck the gossip Smoke another L out the backward coffin To any the meter i go and call sarah McLaughlin Send you to the arms of the angels boppin' I ain't with the same old show Whats the point of making a mistake if a man can't grow Stunting you the knowledge of all the ancient scrolls And looking for inner peace while I'm chasing dough And I know that this a party You ain't wanna hear me wax poetic But every now and again I get started But I know you won't forget Old heads been said I'm dope, everywhere I go Motherfuckers wanna know where I get it from Where I'm headed to the top, pedestal I ain't tripping off of nothing except Lexapro I don't need a GPS to address a hoe They see me coming up on a check then I bless a hoe Hit the stage and wreck the show and get the dough Anything less unacceptable I was born for it You motherfuckers outdated like a rar torrent You fucked up like Lil Xan huffing on chloroform at 4 in the morning on tour with the Osborn's And I'm sitting back watching with the popcorn Rappers want the juice but I got more, marijuana connoisseur Never was an honor student Came from the bottom to a well-known ninja Ain't nobody harder do it ooh, can't nobody handle my crew Young guns really wanna shoot, got the milli in the coupe Y'all sound silly in the booth Small circle but they keep me in the loop Business Act like I ain't getting mine but I got mine Act like I ain't with the shit but I'm bout it On the road, breaking bread, doing molly This is death, board the jet, I'm the pilot Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down What your mom's don't want you to know Is that I don't live long at all You might as well make it your mode They're afraid of ending it all Act like I ain't with the shit but I'm bout it But I'm bout it So I go for the row I don't even know how the fuck I got up in this bitch yo But I'm in slow while everything else sped up kinda like Tim Frope Bonezilla the killa making dough And I never look back to how I kinda live before Cause I'm moving on up to the moon Motherfucker don't matter how far I think I can go Cause I'm bringing that gasoline And I burn that whole bitch down And I got my brother with me And we smoking up on that loud Eyes wide shut, never give a fuck Come and get some, I got plenty to give Ima take a shiv, stick it in your rib How I gotta live, cut it out, then dip, dip Money be the root of all evil but you know that I'll never be broke again Ima fucking win, ima be the shit, never quit, never quit Now I'm sick, now I'm sick, I'm sick, but not the flu Ima do me and let you do you I rage, up on stage, kicking it like Johnny Cage Hey, Sonya, I wanna be on ya, let's go to California Maybe in Seattle, or in Colorado Where they gonna let me blaze Like the Dead Man, my homie, and The R.O.C, we go way back GV and G-Mo Skee, me and L.A.R.S. got the same gats And Twiztid's the shiznit, Turncoat Dirty my brother too Bitch I thought you knew, knew What the fuck you gonna do about it, nothing Ima come up like pushing daisies Foaming at the mouth like rabies Underground like Hades baby Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn it to the ground Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down Burn that bitch down What your mom's don't want you to know Is that I don't live long at all You might as well make it your mode They're afraid of ending it all Whip it up, gon' whip it up Only dope, that's the camp Only dope shit when I bust A-M-Bop it, you know that I got it A-M-Bop it, and you know that I got it Whip it up, gon' whip it up Only dope, that's the camp Only dope shit when I bust A-M-Bop it, you know that I got it A-M-Bop it, and you know that I got it
Writer(s): Fler, Iad Aslan, Nico Chiara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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