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letra de burn up - corey patrick

[chorus]
i burn up, i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
like a comet, before i hit the ground, i burn up
i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
i burn up

[verse 1]
shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
keep your lips locked, or p-ssy, you get ’em ripped off
if i ever told i would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
still getting colder ’cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
ten pounds pushing, i don’t know about a zip now
so blue, i be walking like a crip now, n-ggas getting out of line i pull the whip out
pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
sh-t, i ain’t seen blood in a minute, now
wonder just how many motherf-cking bodies hit the ground
on the greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
steady f-cking up the game, that’s why you beefing like a cow
move more than you suckers, so i sh-t on you like doo doo
crazy money coming, like it’s magic, like it’s voodoo
guess a n-gga blessed, i’m just finessing with that juju

[chorus]
i burn up, i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
like a comet, before i hit the ground, i burn up
i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
i burn up

[verse 2]
did the grind stop? you n-ggas is tweaking
i was just a little boy and i was still your weedman
og skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
i don’t take days off, party like the weeknd
on a monday, most likely i’m popping the bottle
with a blunt, looks like i graduated, now off to harvard
running laps, i’m in your trap and n-gga i got a car load
the coppers tryna find me in polo and they yelling narco
they didn’t know a n-gga in and out of chanel, now
money on my brain, on a light day, i stack ten thou’
foreign b-tches on my phone, no pen pal
hundred pies in the sky, that’s some big mail
chicken crispy, i got sauce like some ox tail
sh-t, a lot of p-ssies tried to get me but they all failed
a lotta haters and it’s f-ck how they all feel
bread like a bakery, game like a ball field

[chorus]
i burn up, i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
like a comet, before i hit the ground, i burn up
i’m a star, before i touch down, i burn up
i burn up

- corey patrick

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