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letra de burnt out bozos - jodeci santana

[intro]
f-ck out of here, artist
(n-ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out, oh yeah, n-ggas really burnt out)
“you’re now tuned in to my n-gga artist, f-ckn-gga”
(yeah yeah, n-ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out)
(n-ggas really burnt out, hoes really burnt out)

[chorus]
these n-ggas be burnt out i swear to god (yeah)
the b-tch be burnt out, ain’t a surprise
you getting money look me in the eyes
tell me, the f-ck did you lie?
i’m tripping on sh-t ‘till a young n-gga fried
i stay with lil ropa he keeping a fye
i’m not a shooter, my hitta told me that “the beef only ends when a f-ckn-gga dies” (d-mn)
n-ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b-tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n-ggas be burnt out (n-ggas be burnt out)
b-tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n-ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b-tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
n-ggas be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
b-tches be burnt out (i swear to god)
[verse 1]
i got a son that’s older than me
f-ckn-gga try me i’m making him bleed
me and you we not equivalent, f-cking that hoe that you claiming she drinking my seed, d-mn
i came a long way from a young n-gga, but i’m working on me (foreal)
she came a long way just to see a n-gga shawty all on her knees (oh yeah)
i’m getting guap, i’m lit (bands)
she gimme neck, it’s lit (im lit)
grabbing my necklace
i am not paying for sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about fitting in, my money never do fold it never do fit in
my jeans, the way shawty sucking me up shawty making a mess but i couldn’t be tripping
f-ck ‘bout a thottie ain’t worried for sh-t (ain’t worried for sh-t)
blue hundred thumbing but i’m not a crip
coming for something, i’m taking a risk (taking a risk)
going for nothing you know that i’m um-
f-ck about a thottie, ain’t worried for sh-t
i got too many n-ggas hating, boy get off my d-ck
give a f-ck bout that sh-t, b-tch i’m lit (oh yeah)
latest fashion, b-tch i’m lit (i’m him)

[interlude]
yeah, bossman jo we did it again
we got artist the motherf-ckin’ producer back
we got dj vyfe in the sh-t
real treehaven sh-t, you heard?
now turn us up, let’s go!
[refrain]
n-ggas be burnt out i swear to god
this b-tch burnt out, ain’t a surprise
you getting money look me in the eyes
tell me, the f-ck did you lie?
i stay with lil bro cus he keeping a uh huh (yeah, yeah)
stay with lil bro cus he keeping a fye
i’m tired of n-ggas and b-tches alike
f-ck everybody (ok, alright, yuh)
n-ggas be burnt out (n-ggas be burntout)
hoes be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
n-ggas be burnt out (i swear to god)
hoes be burnt out (burnt out, burnt out)
n-ggas be burnt out (burnt out)
hoes be burnt out (i swear to, aye)
n-ggas be burnt out (burnt out)
hoes be burnt out (burn out)

[outro]
n-ggas really burnt out
hoes really burnt out
why you tryna cuff a thottie?
gang had her turnt out
i got too many hoes, clothes, shows and dough, i couldn’t complain for sh-t
but honestly i just be praying to god, asking “why these n-ggas lame as sh-t?”

- jodeci santana

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