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burner on me - 50 cent lyrics

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[hook]
i got a clip for a n-gg- tryna stunt on me
(stunt on me, stunt on me)
i put a bullet in a n-gg- tryna front on me
(front on me, front on me)
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’

[verse 1]
so what you got a benz? i buy my b-tch a benz
them n-gg-s you be f-cking with, i wouldn’t f-ck with them
i’m on that brick shit, you still on that block shit
i sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, b-tch
man, get your weight up, i said get your weight up
stay in your place ‘fore you get your -ss sprayed up
man, i ain’t ever scared, i got all kind of guns
i’m getting plenty bread, i throw the hoes to one
strip, b-tch, you heard me? i said strip, b-tch
i’m cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick
i blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?
i bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho
gucci, fendi, prada and that louis, now i’m hotter
so it’s tom ford and armani, ysl, i’m fly as h-ll
i be louis vuitton swan with my hair mask on
i look good enough to eat, your b-tches suck me and all f-ck me

[hook]
i got a clip for a n-gg- tryna stunt on me
(stunt on me, stunt on me)
i put a bullet in a n-gg- tryna front on me
(front on me, front on me)
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’

[verse 2]
you say you hard as a motherf-cker, you goin’ h.a.m
we’re strapped in this motherf-cker, now understand
banana clip, banana split, i be on some gangsta shit
dump 30 here, dump 30 there, i make it hot up out this b-tch
my diamonds bigger, grimy n-gg-s, city slicker, pull the trigger
line a n-gg-, it’s a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up
tires screeching when i’m reaching, 50 preach in church, b-tch
this is pimping, f-ck around and end up in the worst shit
hollow tip, .40 mag, bl–dy rags, toe tag
body bag, k!ller swag, blood all on my gucci shit
now i’m mad in the jag, same day, this is bad
f-cking f-g, look at your -ss, why you make me do this shit?
i’m built for this, so i was told
since mama gone i’ve been on my own
i’m for real about it, man, f-ck how you feel about it
n-gg-, we in the streets, that’s why we holdin’ heat

[hook]
i got a clip for a n-gg- tryna stunt on me
(stunt on me, stunt on me)
i put a bullet in a n-gg- tryna front on me
(front on me, front on me)
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’
i got that burner on me, i-i-i’m up now
i’m strapped b-tch, we ballin’

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