Burning (is this a Swiftabeat?)
Burning
Sweet one, she know she mine though
But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones
Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow
Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow
Baby, we can cool off for a little bit
Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it
Gang in the back just kickin' it
Anybody act soft, put a ching in it
Every time she call, I be on the bloody phone
I ain't got time for talk, but she blow the dog and bone
She don't give me a minute, yeah, I wanna get up in it
But she gotta understand that I'm tryna make that dough
Long distance, we bе fuckin' overseas
Busting out the FacеTime, got her flickin' on the bean
Meanwhile, gang got me croppin' up the cream
Choppin' up the buds, the biggest I've ever seen
It's different when the love is distant
So many gal, I gotta be resistant
How I'm gonna cope? I cannot even kiss them
Showing up, I wanna ice wrist them
I step up on the floor and everybody wanna know
Yeah, I run the dough, I got the plug, I got the blow
You looking for a sword, then you know I run the show
Anything you want if you got the proper dough
Sweet one, she know she mine though
But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones
Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow
Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow
Baby, we can cool off for a little bit
Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it
Gang in the back just kickin' it
Anybody act soft, put a ching in it
Look, who she think she is?
Silly little girl, go and take your vitamins
Get a jimmy cook, slap it for a little bit
Sweet like candy, bitter like liquorice
And he finna do my liver in
Bro, don't finish him
Don't blame us, it's just the world we're livin' in
Young and dumb, but have me put the rich in it
Look, let's go, let's go
How many times have I changed up the flow?
How many times have I changed up my ho?
If she can't do her job, then she defo gotta go
Oh gosh, bitches hear my voice, I think I'm posh
I ain't got no time, I'm busy running to the dosh
That's the paper, hating not a thing, see you later
How she end up on my radar?
Sweet one, she know she mine though
But it's kind of sticky 'cause we up in different time zones
Look, sticky-icky made my mind blow
Bro been sick, and so I tell him, go and drive slow
Baby, we can cool off for a little bit
Nine out of ten, we'll do our minds off for the thrill of it
Gang in the back just kickin' it
Anybody act soft, put a ching in it
Burning
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Burning