Twazii - Burgundy

Name one thing you hate about these bitches
I can't
I'm riding by i blow a couple kisses n they faint
I get pulled over cause i stank
I hit swishers in the paint
I'm not smoking but I'm sipping on the sipping on the drank
You ain't ever met a mother fucker
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Like me
You know I don't like no night light
Aye
Do my thang and do it right like
Spike lee
Fuck me good but girl you erkin me you erkin me
Uh
Lay you down where you prefer to be go hercules
Don't you act like you ain't heard of me you heard of me
Candy coated leakin burgundy ron burgundy
Pack sacked up in the plane and we blazing
5 o'clock shadow on my face shoulda shaved it
I told her wait for just a minute but she don't got any patience
Chicken on my plate n top it off with cajun
Mix em' like the professor they need a map
She was late to the function i took a nap
If i play my cards right i could time to perfection and I'll bring the sack back to the crib
You know what it is
If it's said it's done ain't discussing with pig
The certified kid
If I gave shit then maybe I would have a gig
Tell me that's it's hard but you couldn't walk a day my shoes little thot
You can't get a taste of the flavor in my pot
They say let em' burn i would rather let em' rot
Get back to the crib pick the pen up and i plot
Treat my city like its gotham and I'm batman
Try to catch lacking got my weaponry right at hand
Settle down bitch wipe your face off with a napkin
Bank account be adding numbers just like pacman
since a kid Burgundy and gold is what I'm reppin
Real shit I don't trust a soul I'm never tellin
I'm an underdog nick foles I'm a weapon
Won't give you a price cause you fold under pressure
The only thing you're gettin is a dap
Only thing your gettin is a dap

Written by:
heath evers

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