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TiaCorine - Burnt Lyrics



TiaCorine - Burnt Lyrics
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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out, bitch, you movin' the same

I don't go on no dates
Don't f*ck on my bed, we gon' f*ck on the sink
That bitch, she fake, like weave on a lace
Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake
Got plates in case you wanted a taste
Huh, you can't slide on my base
Huh, pussy a flower, he brought me a vase
Huh, you can't drive in my lane
Look at your car, we not riding the same
Look at your pot, you not hotter than me
Bitch, you like gnat, you be bothering me
I eat a stack just to start up my day
Glock go around my hip just like a tutu
F*ck with the gang, we gon' f*ck 'round and shoot-shoot
Red and the yellow bitch, bowl of them fruit loop
I seen a question mark, nigga, like, who you?
I'm on your back like the logo on FUBU
Bitches, they watchin' me, Netflix and Hulu
Come on and follow me, I know the shiru
Hit from the back, make that nigga go, "Ooh, ooh"
Love that one song, it bought my home
Like Twitter, the birds, they all on my phone
It's pink, my pussy, my hair, my thong
Get licked, get dicked, get my shoes, and I'm gone

Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same
Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same
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(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out, bitch, you movin' the same

I don't go on no dates
Don't f*ck on my bed, we gon' f*ck on the sink
That bitch, she fake, like weave on a lace
Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake
Got plates in case you wanted a taste
Huh, you can't slide on my base
Huh, pussy a flower, he brought me a vase
Huh, you can't drive in my lane
Look at your car, we not riding the same
Look at your pot, you not hotter than me
Bitch, you like gnat, you be bothering me
I eat a stack just to start up my day
Glock go around my hip just like a tutu
F*ck with the gang, we gon' f*ck 'round and shoot-shoot
Red and the yellow bitch, bowl of them fruit loop
I seen a question mark, nigga, like, who you?
I'm on your back like the logo on FUBU
Bitches, they watchin' me, Netflix and Hulu
Come on and follow me, I know the shiru
Hit from the back, make that nigga go, "Ooh, ooh"
Love that one song, it bought my home
Like Twitter, the birds, they all on my phone
It's pink, my pussy, my hair, my thong
Get licked, get dicked, get my shoes, and I'm gone

Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same
Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up
Louis bag on the plane
I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play
You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same
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Writer: Tia Corine Thompson-Shultz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Length: 1:30
Written by: Tia Corine Thompson-Shultz

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