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Burnt Shit (Explicit) - Lil Baby
Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Jayden Christodoulou
Composed by：Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Jayden Christodoulou
Produced by：Wheezy/9Jay
From the bridge to the water my coupe like a tortoise
The mansion important I'm Atlanta Georgia
I'm Maison Margielas I still rock the Jordans
All night on that block used to sleep on the porch
We run the city go check the reports
20 west all the way eighty-five north
GT3 me when I'm pushin' this Porsche
Can't never forget when I slept on the floor
Now the spots got a million decor at least
Least
Think about what I did and record it
Record it
GSP get behind me I'm floorin' it
Skrrt
Gang tags on my ass got them kids eyein'
Had to change up my life and I'm still tryin'
Keep it gangsta that's just what it is slime
In the streets I got reach like I'm Wi-Fi
Tell the police you don't know nothin' you my kind
Summertime kickin' back in Ibiza
AP Skelly I Birkin the skis up
I met three I'm from Europe ain't seen nothin'
Get them back to the States get them cleaned up
We go mute me for months have them teed up
Surfin' YT these folks like I'm Bieber
I can't bring bro with me 'cause he leashed up
Once I'm done give him back I don't keep nothin'
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Tell her swallow me I got her throat poppin'
Get them spins on me Monaco yacht hoppin'
Count that collard I'm still tryna find her waist
Top and bottom she shaped like the figure eight
Like a rockstar G6 middle of the day
Niggas finished I'm calling a spade a spade
One of these tennis chains cost me two hundred K
Stock a pair of these peasants they not the same
Twenty racks on the belt so my shirt crop
South of Italy baby let's coast off
Doin' Pilates on top of the ocean
You can post what you want I don't post nothin'
Got one blonde she fine she goin' goin'
I need two hundred more no more one
Overseas got these folks throwin' fours up
Louis umbrella they can't record her
Got the tribe in the back they with bro and them
Forty-five this shit goin' live yeah
You get high you know we get higher
On the sand sippin' Piña Colada
I had gave her a job but I fired her
Every time that she call now I'm tired of
Takin' shots right to back gettin' fired up
Gave her AP to go baby time's up
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Got a bankroll on me on some turnt shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Yeah
Forty bitches with me on some burnt shit
Yeah yeah
