Lil Wayne - Burn lyrics

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say: "b**h I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression" Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we living in hell like a deep breath Real n***as with real money, real b**hes with fake a**es If she don't wanna f**, I get on my skateboard and I skate pa** her Money on the table, guns on the table b**h I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego" And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger f** that hoe Hello I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello" Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't f** with none of you n***as like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks Uh, p**y n***a I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a n***a drinking his own blood, communion Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's Run up in your house, spare the kids and k** the grown ups Your b**h call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes I'll still wear that a** out like a wardrobe b**h, what they gon' say? I'm still eating rappers on my f**ing lunch break Bad yellow b**h with a tongue like a snake I let her s** my dick and then I f** her to some Drake And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn Yeah I let that Kush burn Smoking gasoline, b**h The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher Young Money, b**h we at the top like barbwire Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no b**h I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherf**in' throat itch Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your b**h somethin' Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan sh** get real, if you scared go to catholic school And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded room Shoot your a** 100 times and stand over you Lil Tunechi so fly, I got arachnophobia Burn b**h, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons Preach, reach and I'll smoke your a** like Cheech I be faded like bleach, double barrel, Siamese I like my swisher obese, f** that b**h like police f** these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee Money talks b**h and mine talks like Robin Leach That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that sh** Garfield We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal I'm stuntin', gettin' new money TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my n***a BP, I'll hit a b**h with a car bomb BOOM! Lil' b**h n***as gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout sh** n***as gon' bark, I go Mike Vick f** them f**-n***as on that f**-sh** s** a n***a dick for some TRUKFIT And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn Yeah I let that Kush burn Smoking gasoline, b**h The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher Holla at a n***a if you want that Oscar Mayer