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50 Cent - Burner On Me lyrics

I got a clip for a n***a tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a n***a tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'

So what you got a Benz? I buy my b**h a Benz
Them n***as you be f**ing with, I wouldn't f** with them
I'm on that brick sh**, you still on that block sh**
I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, b**h
Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up
Stay in your place 'fore you get your a** sprayed up
Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns
I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one
Strip, b**h, you heard me? I said strip, b**h
I'm cold as ice, check the temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew three hundred grand, what kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, ho
Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis, now I'm hotter
So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat, your b**hes s** me and all f** me

I got a clip for a n***a tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a n***a tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
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I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'

You say you hard as a motherf**er, you goin' H.A.M
We're strapped in this motherf**er, now understand
Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta sh**
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this b**h
My diamonds bigger, grimy n***as, city slicker, pull the trigger
Line a n***a, it's a stick up, money pick up, dust kick up
Tires screeching when I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, b**h
This is pimping, f** around and end up in the worst sh**
Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
Body bag, k**er swag, blood all on my Gucci sh**
Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
f**ing fag, look at your a**, why you make me do this sh**?
I'm built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone I've been on my own
I'm for real about it, man, f** how you feel about it
n***a, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat

I got a clip for a n***a tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a n***a tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, I-I-I'm up now
I'm strapped b**h, we ballin'

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