BURR

Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus] My new bitch on the spectrum, I love how she obsessive Way I'm 'bout that redrum, you'd think I was dyslexic My girl like a handgun, she pop out with extensions Got multicoloured hoes in this bitch, I'm so progressive [Chorus] Burr, burr, we don't mind getting colder Burr, burr, I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah Burr, burr, money sick, make it throw up Burr, burr, it's a Burberry slip, not a loafer [Verse 1] My girl is a cunt, yeah, but only 'cause she serving Your girl is a cunt, no, like, actually on purpose My girl built like Chun Li, her body is perfect (Perfect) Them titties like my drug habits, bro, they way too pеrky Thirty-something popped in it Hertz what I'm talking, and it'd hurt if thеy walked in these shoes Ain't it obvious? I been preaching profit, they been cutting losses She thought I worked in stocks, 'cause I told her I got options [Pre-Chorus] My new bitch on the spectrum, I love how she obsessive Way I'm 'bout that redrum, you'd think I was dyslexic My girl like a handgun, she pop out with extensions Got multicoloured hoes in this bitch, I'm so progressive [Chorus] Burr, burr, we don't mind getting colder Burr, burr, I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah Burr, burr, money sick, make it throw up Burr, burr, it's a Burberry slip, not a loafer [Verse 2] We ain't dead yet, so we threw them prayer hands up I'm a shepherd when it comes to Lambo trucks Know we blessed, only giving thanks to above We get answered, it's like your fucking bitch when I called What you on? Bro, I'm balling, it's game time Souls getting split, bitch, I'm out here tryna save mine She rolling a blunt in the whip, guess it's wraith time These squares getting put up in they place like a FaceTime [Pre-Chorus] My new bitch on the spectrum, I love how she obsessive Way I'm 'bout that redrum, you'd think I was dyslexic My girl like a handgun, she pop out with extensions Got multicoloured hoes in this bitch, I'm so progressive [Chorus] Burr, burr, we don't mind getting colder Burr, burr, I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah Burr, burr, money sick, make it throw up Burr, burr, it's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
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Credits
- Writers
- YNG Martyr
- Prod.Yurei