Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Dedication 4 Song: Burn Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] You niggaz gon' learn today +D4!+ Y.M.C.M.B. Nigga! [Lil Wayne] Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sittin on the counter blowin purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we livin in hell like a deep breath Real niggaz with real money, real bitches with fake asses If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate past her Money on the table, guns on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo And my girlfriend is a chopper, I finger fuck that hoe Hello I am Tunechi - you had me at hello Uhh, droptop Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't fuck with none of you niggaz like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we don't know you you pay tax I put a hole in your apple what that is Applejacks, uh Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a nigga drinkin his own blood, communion Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real - cubic zirconias Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown-ups Your bitch call me when she hot - Krispy Kream donuts Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what they gon' say? Still eatin rappers on my fuckin lunch break Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick amd then I fuck her to some Drake [Chorus] And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn Yeah I let that kush burn; smokin gasoline, bitch The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin higher Younh Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire [Lil Wayne] Money on my mind I ain't thinkin bout no bitch I'm talkin bout that scratch like my muh'fuckin throat itch Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch somethin Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan Shit get real if you scared go to Catholic school And if we want it straight jacket/jack-it like a padded room Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feelin like Kermit, sermons Preach, reach, and I smoke your ass like Cheech I be faded like bleach, double barrel - Siamese I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked - goatee Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech Uhh bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell We pull triggers not coat tails, I make lump sums - oatmeal I'm stuntin, gettin new money Trukfit money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM~! (Gangsta Grizzill) Lil' bitch Niggaz gonna talk they ain't talkin bout shit Niggaz gonna bark I go Mike Vick Fuckin fuck niggaz, on that fuck shit Suck a nigga dick, for some Trukfit [Chorus] And let that kush burn let that kush Yeah I let that kush burn; smokin gasoline, bitch The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin higher Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer [Outro] Tune, hahaha, Dedication Fo' Me, shorty, fuck with me