The Bizz - Burn It Down lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Lenox] We just roll it up, then we burn it down (down) Pull that b**h in (quiet), smoking on that loud Burn it burn it down, burn it burn it down (smoke) Burn it burn it down, burn it burn it down (smoke) [Verse 1: Bizz] Aye, be quiet 'Cause when we come to town, man Man it's sure to be a riot And they talking that sh**, and I'm smoking on piff And they wonder why I'm silent 'Cause I'm rolling up a plane right now So where the pilot? Homeboy been louder than a siren And I ain't talking sh**, I'm talking clips So n***a who firing? The only thing I'm firing this joint and you n***as ain't sticking around, so what's the point? Proves that you nada You piña niñas are sweeter than colada And I'm riding with Keisha, smoking on Keisha Sativa, got me higher Only smoking reefer, 'cause I'm a cheifer Word to mama, please With heaven's grace allow me to lace these lyrical douches to clean out you pussies You f**ers is pushing me hard, got me sinning and swearing to God Oh lord (oh lord), let me light that [Hook] [Verse 2: Lenox] Burning half an oz in the a.m. 'fore I go see The J.O.B., M-O-T-T-O b, M-O-E b, moving for the green So much smoke need oxygen On a dead prez mission count benjamins b**h you would too, if you knew What this mary jane could do for you I'm twisting up the sticky, stay in the pocket And my wordplay flip, how these heifers gonna stop it? Yeah I'm smoking on the finest They calling me your highness But I'm eating them for breakfast Wake and bake like I designed it [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Ramp] Burn it down with Lenoxlicious, that's something that I got to do My smoke game is in the hall of fame, and that's presidential, Obama Got a presidential, Obama room with a zip cord straight to the Moon And I can take it there, if you want to go there If you really want to go, we can go there soon Heavy metal, doctor doom I don't player hate, look no smoke That's real talk, that's no joke Still smoke reggie from off that boat High as a castle with a mote With the gators around, and I'm at the top I do this for the whole F. Dot And my whole block, until the world pop Moving in slow motion, bionic chronic! In that a**, colonic My highs be hydroponic The grams will make her dance, so I do away a 7th And pulled out two twelves, to get that engine revving! [Hook]