Chords for Lil Wayne - Burn (Dedication 4)

_ _ You niggas gonna learn today!
You niggas gonna learn today!
The fourth! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ YMCMV!
Niggas!
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing perc out my nose
Redbone naked, in the bed flexing
I say bitch I ain't impressed
You must've got the wrong impression
I [D] ain't with the BS
I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep ref
Real niggas with real money
Real bitches with fake asses, if she don't wanna fuck her
Get on my skateboard and I skate past
Money [D] on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup
Tell that hoe they go my ego
And my girlfriend is a chopper, I finger fuck that hoe
Hello, I am Tunchi
You had me at hello, uh
Drop top made back, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like Rednecks
We got that work so come and get it
If we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is?
Apple Jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I murder ya, then dance at your funeral
Blood I have a nigga drinking his own blood, chameleon
[N] Wake up like bone thugs, I call your blood, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, Q Biggs or Konya's
Run up in your house, spank the kids and kill the grown up
Bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme donuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe, bitch
What they gon' say?
Still eating wrappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a chocolate
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake
And then I let that Kush burn
Let that Kush burn, yeah I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Young money bitch, we at the top like live wire
Money on my mind, I ain't thinking bout no bitch
I'm talking bout that scratch like my motherfucking throat itch
Stop stunting if you're balling by your bitch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real if you're scared, go to Cali, bitch
And if we want it straight, jack it like a padded robe
Shoot your ass a hundred times and stand over ya
Little torch is so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermon
Screech, breach, and I smoke your ass like Cheeks
I be faded like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my switch, your obese
Fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no crease
You get chin check, go see
Money talks, bitch, your mind talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me so high, I'm in here getting higher
I'm as slow as Lisa Turtle, ass screech, uh
Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the old K-Corel to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails
I make lump sums, oatmeal, I'm stunting
Getting new money, profit money
I don't do money, tell em
I get better like fine wine
I'm fire like cayenne
And the words of my nigga BP
I hit a bitch with a car [Bb] bomb, boom _ _
[F] _ _ _ [D] Little bitch, niggas gone tough
Ain't talking bout no bitch
_ Niggas gone bark, I go Mike Vic
Fucking fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga's dick, bust a truck fit
Then let that kush burn
Let that kush burn, y'all
Let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Holler at a nigga if you want that ass come higher Tell em _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Dedication, fuck _ _
Me, Sean
_ Fuck with me _ _
_ _ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _