My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
My girl is a cunt, yeah
But only 'cause she serving
Your girl is a cunt
No, like actually on purpose
My girl built like Chun Li
Her body is perfect
Them titties like my drug habits
Bro, they way too perky
30-something popped in it
Hertz what I'm talking
And it'd hurt if they walked in these shoes
Ain't it obvious?
I been preaching profit
They been cutting losses
She thought I worked in stocks
'Cause I told her I got options
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
We ain't there yet
So we threw them prayer hands up
I'm a shepherd when it comes to Lambo trucks
Know we blessed, only giving thanks to above
We get answered, it's like your f*cking bitch when I called
What you on?
Bro, I'm balling, it's gametime
Souls getting split, bitch
I'm out here tryna save mine
She rolling a blunt in the whip
Guess it's Wraith time
These squares getting put up in they place
Like a FaceTime
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
YNG Martyr - BURR Lyrics
YNG Martyr - BURR Lyrics
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English
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
My girl is a cunt, yeah
But only 'cause she serving
Your girl is a cunt
No, like actually on purpose
My girl built like Chun Li
Her body is perfect
Them titties like my drug habits
Bro, they way too perky
30-something popped in it
Hertz what I'm talking
And it'd hurt if they walked in these shoes
Ain't it obvious?
I been preaching profit
They been cutting losses
She thought I worked in stocks
'Cause I told her I got options
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
We ain't there yet
So we threw them prayer hands up
I'm a shepherd when it comes to Lambo trucks
Know we blessed, only giving thanks to above
We get answered, it's like your f*cking bitch when I called
What you on?
Bro, I'm balling, it's gametime
Souls getting split, bitch
I'm out here tryna save mine
She rolling a blunt in the whip
Guess it's Wraith time
These squares getting put up in they place
Like a FaceTime
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
My girl is a cunt, yeah
But only 'cause she serving
Your girl is a cunt
No, like actually on purpose
My girl built like Chun Li
Her body is perfect
Them titties like my drug habits
Bro, they way too perky
30-something popped in it
Hertz what I'm talking
And it'd hurt if they walked in these shoes
Ain't it obvious?
I been preaching profit
They been cutting losses
She thought I worked in stocks
'Cause I told her I got options
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
We ain't there yet
So we threw them prayer hands up
I'm a shepherd when it comes to Lambo trucks
Know we blessed, only giving thanks to above
We get answered, it's like your f*cking bitch when I called
What you on?
Bro, I'm balling, it's gametime
Souls getting split, bitch
I'm out here tryna save mine
She rolling a blunt in the whip
Guess it's Wraith time
These squares getting put up in they place
Like a FaceTime
My new bitch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I'm 'bout that redrum
You'd think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicolored hoes in this bitch
I'm so progressive
Burr, burr
We don't mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
Money sick, make it throw up
Burr, burr
It's a Burberry slip, not a loafer
Writer: Stratos Smirnakos, Seaton Rogers, Yurei
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: YNG Martyr
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Stratos Smirnakos, Seaton Rogers, Yurei