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burnt out - 1takejay lyrics

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[verse 1: 1takejay]
i’m a parking meter, you got p*ssy, pay me with it
she f*ck a cirtain type, tell me how much you pay to get it
i need to take her off the pill and put a baby in it
i’m going deep, [?] tom brady in it
p*ssy
i’ll f*cking stand, i ain’t lazy in it
face in the backwood while i f*ck her, now i’m faded in it
[?] coat, b*tch, i look like a laker in it
oh he want a fade? let’s get it on, come get a [?]
how the f*ck i always run it up, but i’m the lazy one?
on god, them songs kinda ard, but what you say in them?
how you got the [?] hang with us
nba, i’m quick to block a b*tch, i ain’t saving her
i be like if you gon’ bag it up, your b*tch gon’ back it up
she be like ’cause if i throw it back, you gon’ catch it [?]
i be extra [?]
i be extra, we be extra, she be extra, extred out

[chorus: 1takejay]
pulled up to my new b*tch house, and meet her mama [?]
they wanna get to know me, imma tell them i’m from comptin then
ain’t no pat downs, i’m [?]
blue bucks [?] for real, we all walking in
bad b*tch, like a bill collecter, she just called again
my b*tch, blowing up my phone, i think i’m caught again
label [?] burnt out, ’cause i like all of this
[verse 2: blueface]
eh
i’m at her house with my toes out
she done blew my socks off, suck it till it’s not soft
[?] rocks off, tickets at the box offace
oo d*mn
i did that sh*t sold out, send me the rollout
what’s the budget? i ain’t budging for less than a hundred
b*tches buck naked, they ain’t busting for less than a bucket
n*ggas putting doors on they [?], like they getting money
[?] b*tches live for the shade room, where i live it’s sunny
i just put them brand new heels on a b*tch bunyan
[?] put d*ck in a b*tch stomach
dead homies

[chorus: 1takejay]
pulled up to my new b*tch house, and meet her mama [?]
they wanna get to know me, imma tell them i’m from comptin then
ain’t no pat downs, i’m [?]
blue bucks [?] for real, we all walking in
bad b*tch, like a bill collecter, she just called again
my b*tch, blowing up my phone, i think i’m caught again
label [?] burnt out, ’cause i like all of this

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