Burnt lyrics
by Dior
Burnt out
Man, I'm tired of these f*ck n*ggas
They burnt out, man
Damn, DIor
Real sh*t
Burnt Burnt
You a b*tch
Burnt Burnt
My shooters ain't burnt Burnt
Critics, they talkin' 'bout I'm burnt Burnt
f*ck a robber
Hold your horses
Girl, a n*gga draw up for me
Yeah, the b*tch sneak me in and out
Clean slate, yeah, I'm in the dorms
Yeah, you know when I hit you, I leave this sh*t in a putting
Yeah, you know I keep a flame
Yeah, keep it in the Cutlass
Hey, I need all the chicken