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letra de burn ( freestyle ) - the game

[intro]
hey yo, arthur, call that n-gga walle
tell that n-gga to call french montana
tell french to call motherf-cking meek mill
tell that n-gga let me hold this beat one more time n-gga
mmg, waddup?

[the game]
rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
getting b-tches that lucci, black ricky ricardo
gucci, gucci, that prada, prada
fireworks in this b-tch
tell them hoes to go on my bottle
they gonna die thirst in this b-tch
i supply the work n-ggas talk i gotta murk
fresh to death i gotta he-rs-
i f-ck the b-tch you by the purse
f-ck n-gga, i ain’t stunting no f-ck n-gga
28 to my truck n-gga, pack the track w-ssup n-gga
you don’t ride for them bucks n-gga

yeah, i’m in the kitchen going ham again
we ain’t throwing bottles n-gga, we don’t get them hammers in
tony parker so real n-ggas know that’s hoes sh-t
all you single n-ggas put this new d-ck on your old b-tch
i’ve been high since 06 i’ve been rich since 08
since wale had short hair, i’ve been popping that rose
hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
walk in the club with 100 rounds
let my n-ggas in and we shut it down
that’s calamy on minday, rocksbery on thursday
toxic on sat-rday, tell arthur i ain’t got a day
grey stones on my chain, grey stones on sunday
bad b-tches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, b-tch
you aren’t made for this
so many chains on me they think that i slave in this b-tch
we throwing money everywhere, that jayz on i don’t never wear
got a bad b-tch from delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
whoa, nelly, where the f-ck is nelly?
got a b-tch yelling ea, while a n-gga watching belly
got a b-tch to love ti, got a b-tch to love tutu
tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all gucci
i got louie, i got loubies, n-gga my life is a movie
popping bottles like i’m b way, tell them send me like three sp-ce
peach sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
then we neck in tron, real n-gga i’m gone

[meek mill]
chain all v.s. i ain’t with the b.s
catch me in your city riding hard through the b.x
skinny n-gga but i do it large like a 3x
the last n-gga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
right back to that money slinging o’s in the p.jects
or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the p-jet
cause we next and we flex like

[big sean]
90px, working all night no breaks or a recess
vroom vroom yeah i know my car sound like a t-rex
b-tch, i’m 23 years old and i ain’t riding in a prius
my cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
threw him 20,000 dollars told his -ss congratulations
cause me, i wasn’t made for that sh-t
but i could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh-t
and to all the hoes that was dissin’ i pray to god that you see me
i’m on a yacht getting h-lla’ high smoking good that seaweed
bad b-tch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
million dollar deals on my email you mad as h-ll you ain’t cc’ed
chain all v.s. b-tch you knows it’s b.s. boy i run my city

[meek mill]
end of story, n-gga p.s
all white maybach greenbay they packed
y’all n-ggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
and they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
cause it’s damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
i say yeah n-gga i murder that panamera inserted back
n-ggas say they want beef well where the f-ck is my burger at?
i got white was serving that i been to jail i ain’t going back
i alley oop your b-tch off that backboard she throw it back
i slam dunk in that p-ssy, blake griffin’d yo ho, n-gga
maybach with ricky ross my chain rock like i know jigga
thats cause i do ho, shout out to my new ho
that p-ssy pink like nuvo and i dog that cujo

[big sean]
n-ggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)

i hit the pedal til that motherf-cker break (til it break)
freaky b-tches love the money i make
and to live like this you motherf-ckers gotta pay
so let that sh-t burn

[meek mill]
let that sh-t burn i’mma let that sh-t burn let that sh-t burn (burn, gasoline)
the roof on fire i’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket i want bottles i’mma let that sh-t burn

[big sean]
b-tch i had one shot and i ain’t blow it
riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
i got green on top of green d-mn its looking like i grow it
d-town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[meek mill]
burn b-tch i let it burn b-tch
my money straighter than a motherf-cking perm b-tch
no navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned sh-t

[big sean]
oh that’s your girl? d-mn n-gga you ain’t learn sh-t
she naked in my studio i’m on that howard stern sh-t
i swear that mac 10 is my barbell, finally famous the cartel
hit your girl in my whip and now that p-ssy got the new car smell
same sh-t different day i ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
don’t turn me down i got sh-t to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
it’s sean don sippin’ chandon i got a bad b-tch with them pom pom’s
my rollie don’t tick-tock your sh-t sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ b-tch

[hook: big sean & meek mill]

- the game

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