letra de burn rubber again (remix) - azchike
[verse 1: azchike]
he a opp, what the f-ck i’m gon fight for?
shed light on your block with this light pole
dumb n-gga, broke boy, pockets lipo
all caps, you sucking d-ck, it’s not a typo
aye, i got a b-tch who gon’ fight hoes
aye, i got a b-tch who gon’ light hoes
white girl, i got a b-tch who gon’ wipe nose
you dropping bread on that head then she might roll
now look at this clip and look at this stick
from here to hong kong, bet a n-gga won’t trip (low the great)
[chorus: azchike]
i just been on my tip, b-tch, i can’t lose focus, b-tch
you ain’t see your n-gga since the news rolled him
aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
had to sub her off the bench, ain’t no new coaching
who joking? who folding? n-gga, keep your chin up
hit ’em with that yack, drink that henn up
i been up, b-tch, just like tony
leave him holy, i know that n-gga owe mе
[verse 2: azchike]
i just been on my sh-t, b-tch, truth be told
f-ck a b-tch, n-gga, new or old
cut a b-tch quick, i don’t play, get a nеwer role
found your day one n-ggas in the sewer hole
bust a brick down in a b-tch face
she want d-ck so i take a brick break
first time, last time any time a b-tch late
b-tch, it’s chike, it’s the cult, yeah, the lit way
[chorus: azchike]
i just been on my tip, b-tch, i can’t lose focus, b-tch
you ain’t see your n-gga since the news rolled him
aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
had to sub her off the bench, ain’t no new coaching
who joking? who folding? n-gga, keep your chin up
hit ’em with that yack, drink that henn up
i been up, b-tch, just like tony
leave him holy, i know that n-gga owe me
[verse 3: almighty suspect]
b-tch, it’s almighty, n-ggas know i be tripping
thirty plus three, b-tch, i keep scottie pippen
never took no l, all my n-ggas really winning
if the feds sn-tch me up, b-tch, i’ll still beat the sentence
n-ggas need a fade then i’ll put my gun up
b-tch, i’m finna trip, stomp a n-gga in these 1s, bruh
pull up on your block, lil bro, 4 to sunup
hopped out tripping, lil n-gga, now we one up
every n-gga with me got guns big as shaq, hoe
let him keep his life but we still took his pack though
all my n-ggas with me, we gon’ hop out and pack bro
n-ggas got guns, sh-t, i’ll take his strap, hoe
bust down my stack, gave a hundred to a bum
talking on they net, bet they see me and they run
talking ’bout smoke, you ain’t never had no gun
so i called up the cult, sn-tch your chain for the fun, on the gang
[chorus: azchike]
i just been on my tip, b-tch, i can’t lose focus, b-tch
you ain’t see your n-gga since the news rolled him
aye, suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
had to sub her off the bench, ain’t no new coaching
who joking? who folding? n-gga, keep your chin up
hit ’em with that yack, drink that henn up
i been up, b-tch, just like tony
leave him holy, i know that n-gga owe me
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