Lil Wayne - Burner lyrics

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Lil Wayne - Burner lyrics

[Chorus] I don’t know how to play 2K I don’t know how to use Blu-Ray f**k a bag, I’ma need a suitcase I’m dripping like Bobby Boucher b**ch Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste Codeine got me with the screw face Either I’m seeing double or they two-faced Double D’s, these ni**as too fake, uh I keep a burner like Kevin Durant I keep a burner like Kevin Durant Kyrie Irving, I aim at your ear, back-back-back, I leave it flat Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that [Verse] I don’t know how to play too safe b**ch, throw it back like a bouquеt Diamonds in my mouth, no toothache Weezy Baby coming, no due date Couplе bank account in the UK Two choppers, that two Ks I don’t know how to play 2K Still balling out like [?] damn I keep a burner like Kevin Durant Keep a burner ’til it melt my hand I been strapped since I was twelve and a half ‘Cause I got shot when I was twelve and a half Thank you for life to the medical staff Rain turn to ice but it melt when it land Gangster for life and the life after that Ain’t no referee stripes, but yes, I got my flag Yee, you don’t wanna f**k with me It could get dirty, I got them bloods with me I got your blood on me, get the detergent I heard you coming for me, I’m pressing your bu*tons, my G You out of service, you don’t wanna f**k with me That Draco my judge for me, here come the verdict I keep a burner like K do, shoot from long range like Trey too, Dame and Klay too Reggie Miller and Ray too Jesus sandals, wearing Jesus, I make ’em pray to I ball like they ain’t got no game too These boys all just think it’s a game too My shooters shoot at the whole game room Your shooters like Shaq ’cause they can’t shoot Straps on straps, yep Big B’s, b**ch, all caps, yeah I’m high five, ain’t no daps I drip blood blood, ain’t no crip These boys sci-fi, ain’t no facts I bleed concrete, ain’t no cracks Pulling that hair trigger back like tracks Check your b**ch ass like Air Max Boy, I’m high as f**k, I get somebody to come tie you up It’s Tunechi, b**ch, like P Diddy, if you want smoke, the nine puff Time is up, bombs away f**k whatever you tryna say, them words hold no kinda weight You ain’t even got a pound in the safe, but I pound your face Whole team black attire Sold dreams, tax the buyer Machine gun, rapid fire, boom-boombox, amplifier Tube socks and chancletas, moonrocking Margiela Sick as f**k, salmonella, I whip it up like Nutella I got the desert with me, hope you could weather the heat You sweat ’cause you weak We hungry, we smelling defeat, and I’m like a chef with the beef, who ready to eat? I got the FN with me, you don’t wanna be F-in with me, definitely My shooters shoot effortlessly, I’m talking catch-and-release, Steph from the three [Chorus] I don’t know how to play 2K I don’t know how to use Blu-Ray f**k a bag, I’ma need a suitcase I’m dripping like Bobby Boucher b**ch Diamonds in my mouth like toothpaste Codeine got me with the screw face Either I’m seeing double or they two-faced Double D’s, these ni**as too fake, uh I keep a burner like Kevin Durant I keep a burner like Kevin Durant Kyrie Irving, I aim at your ear, back-back-back, I leave it flat Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that [Outro] Kyrie Irving, I aim at your ear, back-back-back, I leave it flat Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that Brooklyn nets, dressed in all-black, FN all-black, extendo on that [DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] Lil Wayne and DJ Khaled!