LNDN DRGS - Burnout lyrics

rate me

(Talking)

You gotta deserve, you gotta ear these toys

See, lot of man got toys but they don’t deserve it

Just can’t get ‘em like that

You gotta stare on fire, start on jail around these motherfuckers

See if they got stores on their balers

(Verse)

I told ‘em we ain’t go after gettin’ to, plus some bitches playin’ and they use to it

Put the vine on the plane as the bitch go up

I’mma ball that all five piece so that bitch show up

And they ain’t have it babe, they ger real when the bitch leave

Runnin’ away, she on the plane with your five G-s

Runnin’ in the hood like an angel, dog

Four pose to that ten so we gettin’ low

Met some friends and let the homies know,

She get really best things to the homie show

Turn that bitch now to a youngest hoer

She was fuckin’ for a friend, that’s a no, no

Still singin’ like : Wind!

We ain’t never trippin for just one blaze

I can tell you niggas, really no more vow

We’ll pullin’ up on niggas like dum

Pull it up a lot, still fuckin’ on the truck

And I never talk ‘bout my motherfuckin’ last

Don’t know homie, cuz this is what you want

Gotta run the baby like we will get fun

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Shit’s funky, you’ve been smellin’ out of kitchen

Bad for, lookin’ like I run a hoer convention

Never sleep, boy you shit at

It’s a lot goin’ on over here, definition of a real trap

I was young, livin’ real fast

Drivin’ on here one to one, halla if you need that

I’m lookin’ for some feed back

Doin’ knock door like the forty five, I pill back

From the town, for that legends where they be at

If you ain’t playin’ for this team will I make bad?

Get money out of bitch ass

Pimp jim for your homie, yeah I do it for the quick cash

I do it for the thugs and the sky mask

Chunkin’ of the hood, while they be smokin’ on that hid black

Choppin’ nigga, no six pack, whole thicker than a snicker drunk and get off, she don’t get back

She don’t get that