Let it burn

Let it burn

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Light my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti

Need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Burn my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Lighting my blunts with a hundred ni**a

You sold your soul for the money ni**a

You was hungry ni**a

They never want my ni**a

I feel them on me ni**a

I feel them hunt me ni**a

I'm so lonely ni**a

With this chrome my ni**a

Got the choppa

And I'm finna act a donkey ni**a

Get cold cased

Whole clique get erased

When it come to the money

Boy I'm out for the case

So give me my slice

Before I take your half

100 mill 50 mill

You do the math

On the road to riches

But I had to take a cab

Trying to drink away the pain

And forgot to pay the tab

And I'm getting pulled down

And a bucket full of crabs

Niggas heard that I got sesame

Can't sh*t live if I don't let it breathe

Dumping shots out the forty

In their neck till it bleed

Yeah

Light my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti

Need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Burn my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Marksman and killers right next to me

Bow Down and pay some respect to me

(this shits burning my lungs)

Rest in peace in jeeps you peace

Marksman and killers right next to me

(It's just the Ink)

Bow Down and pay some respect to me

(Evan pass me the light bruh)

Rest in peace yeah in jeeps yeah

In peace

Marksman and killers right next to me

B**ch Bow Down and pay some respect to me

No test in me

B**ches rest in peace

Pull up in jeeps

Boy I know where you be

You a money machine you a ATM

In other words ni**a

You a walking lick

B**ches on my dick

It's money over a b**ch

Until the day that I'm rich

And ni**a don't forget

If I ever go broke

I'm gone hit me a lick

Ni**a take from the poor

And they give to the rich

Man f**k that sh*t going out for this

When cop my gun I'll never b**ch

Wreck my Bugatti left

That b**ch in a ditch

And I need a 100 mil

Before they put me in a ditch

Now I'm riding around strap

In my Honda looking sick

Smoking 100 bills

Ink burning my wrist

Symbolizing pain

That a ni**a went through

If I didn't rap to you

I'll be lying about this

Crispy 100 bills be cutting my wrist

And the dirty money came off

Flipping them bricks

It's all blood money

Trace it back to my people

The almighty dollar

Makes us feel unequal

People killing people

I done seen so much evil

If you get caught slipping

You won't live to see the sequel

Go

Light my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti

Need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Burn my blunt with a burning bill

They say I sold my soul

Well I guess it's real

F**k a Bugatti need a hundred mill

And the way I feel f**k how you feel

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Let it burn Let it burn Let it burn

Burning Bills - Deniro Farrar