BURNOUT. (feat. Chris Allen, KA$ & Eddie V.)
BELIEVERSONLY.
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Okay my leather coat should let you niggas know what I'm on tonight Famine for days, 30 summers had this appetite Bitch Cuban link me Got it reeking in my uncle Lincoln I'm from 54th street, know the south a place I'm supposed to visit I got sick of kickin it Such a shame I trust my intuition That's why all these dreams you have will fade Mine might take a minute But for sixty seconds the world might just have to witness Lul Chris bare his soul like these little local bitches So long have whispered from the top of my lungs Next year you going hear it yeah Fall in the potion While hoes dawg the mixer I'm looking past my feelings we goin spin the whole city Somebody might die but we can't hear shit over the spirit I promise I don't got a twin Just putting in work like it's two of me I'm tryna put one in the wind Out in Miami where Tua be I had to get me a FIN Keep one in the head like a dolphin You better hope you can swim You gotta take better precautions We in the studio, be in the gallery Selling it all, making a salary We finna ball burning up calories We do it all, feeling like Master P I'm coming up now they mad at me I keep it pushing been getting my weight up They see I'm the one so they after me Want me to stop but I can't even wait up I gotta go harder, need me a Benz Coming for mine, me and the men Fixing the sight, we switching the lens You picking a side, no making amends You finna break, ain't finna bend You get a right, right on the chin No breaking in, if you ain't been Ain't getting in, if you ain't kin You ain't getting in, we can't even do it Label declined, they wouldn't approve it Building a brand, we finna maneuver Straight to the top, got it out of the sewer Know he a rat then set him a trap Speak on your name but giving you dap Give him some cheese put it right in his lap Snapping they necks every time it's a wrap I'm like ready set go I'm the realest to get it These other niggas be acting like hoes That's why I be all in they bitches I'm from the heart of the district That's just my part of the globe Come take a trip with a nigga Bet you ain't been before PR, DR, where ever you wanna go You gotta post when you get back These niggas be watching me on the low Trying to get money live life to the fullest Real DC diver Out here dodging Washington Bullets And these bitches think they slick Since a young boy knew you'd cross me Wanted love like the Huxtables Look what they did to Bill Cosby We can kick it like Crosby We can kick it on my off days I know you think you slick but bitch i'm way too saucy It's a cold cold winter Young nigga better huddle up I don't owe no nigga Young nigga get ya money up I been out here on my own All alone me and Ms. Daisy It's a city, it's a jungle I can't lie this bitch made me Dear Lord, I just I just wanna.. hold on I just wanna thank you You know what I'm saying BELIEVERSONLY. MF We just want you to close your eyes and believe
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Written by: Christopher Allen Jr., Eddie Van, Jae'Von McClain
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