Burn Lyrics - Big Sean

God (Yeah) 

Oh God (Boy) 

Yeah, good, MMG nigga 

Chain all VS 

I ain't with the BS. 

Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX. 

Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X. 

The last nigga that tried to do me wrong 

Uhm he checked. 

Right back to that money slinging O's in PJ. 

I'm prolly catching milage while the pilot steady preject. 

Because we next and flex like... 

Like 90PX, working all night 

No breaks or recess Vroom Vroom. 

Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex 

Bitch i'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius. 

My cousin finished school 

Can't believe he graduated. 

I threw him 20 thousand dollars 

Told his ass congratulations. 

Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit. 

But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit. 

And to all the hoes that was dissing 

I prayed to God that you see me. 

I'm on the yacht getting hella high 

Smoking good, that seaweed 

Bad bitch and her chacha 

Grabbing on her chee chees. 

Million dollars bills on my email. 

You mad ass hell you ain't cc'd 

Chain all VS 

Bitch you know it's BS. 

Boy I run my city 

End of story, nigga PS. 

All white maybach 

Green Bay they pack. 

Y'all niggas was slackin. 

Yeah, but i'm all nice new track. 

And they say life's a game of chess 

You can play checkers all on my jacket 

Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers. 

I say yeah nigga, I murder that. 

Pen em ear and serve em back. 

Niggas say they want beef 

Well well the fuck my burgers at. 

I got white, was serving that. 

I been to jail, ain't going back. 

I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard. 

She throw it back 

I slammed off in the pussy. 

Black Griffin's your hoe nigga. 

Maybach with Ricky Ross, my chain rock like I know Jigga. 

That's cause I do hoe 

Shout out to my new hoe. 

That pussy pink like Nuvo. 

And I dogged that, Khujo. 

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Niggas want talk 

What they gone say. 

I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break. 

Freaky bitches love the money I make 

And to live like this 

You muthafuckas gotta pay. 

So let that shit burn 

Let that shit burn 

Let that shit burn 

Let that shit burn. 

Gasoline. 

The roof on fire, i'm only gettin' higher. 

50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles 

I'ma let that shit burn 

Bitch, I had one shot of Na blunt. 

Ridin' til the wheels fell off and they tore it. 

I got green on top of green 

Diamonds lookin' like I grew it. 

D-Town, the hood behind me like a King Cobra 

Burn, bitch. 

I let it burn bitch. 

My money straighter than a mother fuckin' perm bitch. 

No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit. 

Shorty give me all that brain 

And still ain't never learn shit. 

Oh that; s your girl 

Damn nigga you ain't learn shit. 

She naked in my studio 

I'm on that Howard Stern shit. 

Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell. 

Finally famous, the cartel. 

Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell 

Same shit, different day. 

I ain't broke no more 

It's a different day. 

Don't turn me down, I got shit to say 

My purp strong like it's lifting weights. 

It Sean Don, sippin' Chandon. 

I got a bad bitch with them pom poms. 

My rolly don't tick tock 

You shit sound like a time bomb. 

BOOOM... 

Little bitch. 

Niggas want talk 

What they gone say. 

I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break. 

Freaky bitches love the money I make. 

And to live like this you muthafuckas gotta pay, so let that shit burn. 

Let that shit burn 

Let that shit burn 

Let that shit burn. 

Gasoline. 

The roof on fire 

I'm only gettin' higher. 

50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles. 

I'ma let that shit burn 

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