Pablo Skywalkin - Burr lyrics

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Pablo Skywalkin - Burr lyrics

[Verse 1] A lot of n***as they can't stand me but that's f**ing life I got played by a b**h so I do b**hes trife Get the neck and beg her leave I told her get a life Hit the mall in the morning and straight f** the price I can buy anything in the f**ing set Robbin jeans with them wings I'm so f**ing wet And them hemmies outside so I f**ing text Man I love these freebands I need f**ing checks Lost my n***a coke right before my birthday D-Lo called me on my phone and it hurt me Probly why I wear them H's on me Hermes Leave a b**h p**y wet and she thirsty Everywhere I go these n***as wanna murk me I feel blessed in these Tru's it's a church day And finnessing what I learned on my birthday And I'm gone ball on every b**h that ever hurt me All I ever f**ing knew was to dog a b**h 5 bands on me b**h in my jogging fit But I'm just shopping at the mall I ain't jogging sh** Probly take your main b**h and never call the b**h [Hook] I told her that I love her say she love me more Wonder if this b**h one hundred or another who*e I'm gone ball on these n***as might go heavy more And I love sipping dirty cause it help me snore Neiman Marcus order s** that's what I prefer If this b**h ain't one hundred I ain't cuffing her So if you see me with that b**h I'm probly f**ing her And all this ice on my body got me screaming burr burr burr! [Verse 2] Rub my tummy like for sure but I ain't got no cares Cause I always wanted ears that look like chandeliers Driving home high as hell and I be dodging deers Every day I pray to God he take away my fears Everyday I'm in the streets my momma shed tears Still hurt they took my pops for all them f**ing years Really sipping out them bottles we don't f** with beers When we pull up to the scene all you hear is cheers If the chooser in the room then I'm getting chosen Cause my diamonds they be wetter than the f**ing ocean Poured a deuce off in the sprinkler add the magic potion Not an Egyptian but the buckle on my waist is golden This ain't sh** this just Versace that be Truey outing Hit the club and at my clear then I get to snoring All these n***as envy us cause we the winning team I hit the mall and I can't shout and you can't get her fiend [Hook] I told her that I love her say she love me more Wonder if this b**h one hundred or another who*e I'm gone ball on these n***as might go heavy more And I love sipping dirty cause it help me snore Neiman Marcus order s** that's what I prefer If this b**h ain't one hundred I ain't cuffing her So if you see me with that b**h I'm probly f**ing her And all this ice on my body got me screaming burr burr burr!

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