CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Burning
(Quincy Tellem)
Free smoke, got the city all burning (Brr)
Still feels like my opps ain't learning
Trigger on the dots too sensitive
Told bro, "Take your time when you're turning" (Yeah)
Trap game fully on furnished
Twenty-four hours and they're looking refurbished
Nothin' ain't changed but your home address
Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (Trust)
Don't care if that chick can't dance
Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (Brr)
See how they wanna ride this wave?
Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing (Nope)
If this music ting don't work, there's one thing that I know for certain, I'm in the trap
I keep on serving (Yeah)
Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet
Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic
Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn't OD
You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend
Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we'll be doing up mosh pits? (Gang)
My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (Whip)
Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses
28K when I bought this Cuban, the Rollie ain't bust down? Then I don't want it (Facts)
It's Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics
Got your b*t*h in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper, tell her to slop it
Free smoke, got the city all burning (Brr)
Still feels like my opps ain't learning
Trigger on the dots too sensitive
Told bro, "Take your time when you're turning" (Yeah)
Trap game fully on furnished
Twenty-four hours and they're looking refurbished
Nothin' ain't changed but your home address
Still make a sweet one put the wap in a Birkin (Trust)
Don't care if that chick can't dance
Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking (Brr)
See how they wanna ride this wave?
Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing (Nope)
If this music ting don't work, there's one thing that I know for certain, I'm in the trap
I keep on serving (Yeah)
Serving on serving, I served up Martin, now he's on a flying carpet
Walked in on Martin piping his arm in the morning, moving lethargic
Wonder where he is right now, man, I hope that brudda didn't OD
You know you got that special bond always with a certain fiend
Went from the pit of hell, who woulda thought we'll be doing up mosh pits? (Gang)
My brother still lock it, stock it, buy it, sell it, cook it and rock it (Whip)
Bro still cook it and rock it, only a boss could cover these losses
28K when I bought this Cuban, the Rollie ain't bust down? Then I don't want it (Facts)
It's Dutch for the fifth but I still take trips to The Tropics
Got your b*t*h in a foreign whip, she gon' pull down the zipper, tell her to slop it
