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tell me - burdienyc lyrics

tell me n*gga, have you looked a k!ller in his eyes
i swear that i keep a shooter wit’ me incase a n*gga wanna front gotta take his life
his b*tch on my body she callin’ me papi, i call her like ven aqui

but baby i’m not with the cuffin just pull up and pop out and give me some sloppy
i peel off in fast cars nascars
and them sh*ts go vroom*vroom
i’m tryna go to the boom room
and show you the boom boom
mami que lo que
i’m tryna touch your body
buss it
i’m tryna break it down
i got my scammers bussin’
no politicin’ no discussin’
i ain’t wit’ all that talkin’ that chit chat
when the forty hit you, push your sh*t back
amiris is bussin’ wit big racks
i know that they hate how i did that
baby just shake it shake it
cause i’m tryna see what that ass do
i’m d*ckin’ you out of your attitude
so baby just shake it some more

i got some liquor in system i’m buggin’ i’m prolly’ gon’ pull up and black out
i was outside wit’ the n*ggas you scared of we choppin’ it up in the trap house
the federales they be creepin’ so you know i gotta lay low
i walk wit’ a toolie and it’s fully loaded, n*gga i been duckin’ em halos
i’m back i’m in full effect
and i got ’em movin’ shakey
tell me why these n*ggas hate me
i know that they wanna replace me
they hate that i’m wavey
move back move back
too much drip you gon’ f*ck around and slip
i spend too much money to pull up at functions and make you look like you the sh*t ah

- burdienyc lyrics

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