Burna

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Don't make a dollah
 Got me sayin' something, you gotta say you miss me but you lyin' now
 Gotta say something you gotta, babe, yeah
 Hey, don't make sense, don't make a dollah
 Got me sayin' something, you gotta say you miss me but you lyin' now
 Were you waitin' for my call, with my t-shirt on your body?
 I'll be racing with my thoughts tryna think if I should call you
 No, we shouldn't be involved in that mess, resist your body
 If I ever need to talk I won't call you
 Won't be mean, I won't be vain and say you love me but she lyin'
 You're the one I gave my all and my heart to
 Said look this is perfect timing, when you seen me I was guidin'
 When I seen you, you was shining, yeah
 Like a diamond in the lessee, I've been drinking alcohol
 And I won't stop until I'm ready, yeah
 I know you're thinking that I'm gon' fall into your life to get you right
 I know you reachin' for my love and you gon' call until I'm right there
 You wanna see me after dark, you want me deep inside ya heart
 You wanna be inside my arms, yeah
 But see girl, again
 Gotta sacrifice this love for the life I'm born to live
 I was made for this shit
 And this paper of a bitch has got to give this all I am
 Hey, don't make sense, don't make a dollah
 Got me sayin' something, you gotta say you miss me but you lyin' now
 Were you waitin' for my call, with my t-shirt on your body?
 I'll be racing with my thoughts tryna think if I should call you
 No, we shouldn't be involved in that mess, resist your body
 If I ever need to talk I won't call you
 Won't be mean, I won't be vain and say you love me but she lyin'
 You're the one I gave my all and my heart to
 These demons standing tall on my face, got a smile on my face
 But I'm knowing that I might break, ay
 I just need more light to find my way out
 Find out my way, yeah
 I just keep on fighting fights in my head
 They tryna snipe on they kid 'cause they don't like how I get it (get money)
 I'm all about the benches, hunnids and the fifties
 Tens and the twenties, nickels and the pennies
 He say he got a problem, wanna solve it, come and get it
 I keep a hot one in the chamber for you niggas
 They tryna stop the pimpin', they mad 'cause I'm bigger
 I'm carrying the gang, because I ball and I'm winnin'
 LeBron in the trenches, I'm Curry in the mental, I'm Jordan with the fitness
 I'm more than independent, my score says let me get it
 My Audemars ridiculous, my foreign car expensive, the law my only witness
 Bitch, to the top
 Hey, don't make sense, don't make a dollah
 Got me sayin' something, you gotta say you miss me but you lyin' now
 Were you waitin' for my call, with my t-shirt on your body?
 I'll be racing with my thoughts tryna think if I should call you
 No, we shouldn't be involved in that mess, resist your body
 If I ever need to talk I won't call you
 Won't be mean, I won't be vain and say you love me but she lyin'
 You're the one I gave my all and my heart to
 

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Duration
03:24
Key
4
Tempo
157 BPM

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