I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
Twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
Keep your lips locked, or pussy, you get 'em ripped off
If I ever told I would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
Still getting colder 'cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
Ten pounds pushing, I don't know about a zip now
So blue, I be walking like a Crip now, niggas getting out of line I pull the whip out
Pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
Shit, I ain't seen blood in a minute, now
Wonder just how many motherf*cking bodies hit the ground
On the Greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
Steady f*cking up the game, that's why you beefing like a cow
Move more than you suckers, so I shit on you like doo doo
Crazy money coming, like it's magic, like it's voodoo
Guess a nigga blessed, I'm just finessing with that juju
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Did the grind stop? You niggas is tweaking
I was just a little boy and I was still your weedman
OG Skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
I don't take days off, party like The Weeknd
On a Monday, most likely I'm popping the bottle
With a blunt, looks like I graduated, now off to Harvard
Running laps, I'm in your trap and nigga I got a car load
The coppers tryna find me in Polo and they yelling narco
They didn't know a nigga in and out of Chanel, now
Money on my brain, on a light day, I stack ten thou'
Foreign bitches on my phone, no pen pal
Hundred pies in the sky, that's some big mail
Chicken crispy, I got sauce like some ox tail
Shit, a lot of pussies tried to get me but they all failed
A lotta haters and it's f*ck how they all feel
Bread like a bakery, game like a ball field
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Corey Patrick - Burn Up Lyrics
Corey Patrick - Burn Up Lyrics
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I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
Twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
Keep your lips locked, or pussy, you get 'em ripped off
If I ever told I would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
Still getting colder 'cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
Ten pounds pushing, I don't know about a zip now
So blue, I be walking like a Crip now, niggas getting out of line I pull the whip out
Pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
Shit, I ain't seen blood in a minute, now
Wonder just how many motherf*cking bodies hit the ground
On the Greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
Steady f*cking up the game, that's why you beefing like a cow
Move more than you suckers, so I shit on you like doo doo
Crazy money coming, like it's magic, like it's voodoo
Guess a nigga blessed, I'm just finessing with that juju
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Did the grind stop? You niggas is tweaking
I was just a little boy and I was still your weedman
OG Skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
I don't take days off, party like The Weeknd
On a Monday, most likely I'm popping the bottle
With a blunt, looks like I graduated, now off to Harvard
Running laps, I'm in your trap and nigga I got a car load
The coppers tryna find me in Polo and they yelling narco
They didn't know a nigga in and out of Chanel, now
Money on my brain, on a light day, I stack ten thou'
Foreign bitches on my phone, no pen pal
Hundred pies in the sky, that's some big mail
Chicken crispy, I got sauce like some ox tail
Shit, a lot of pussies tried to get me but they all failed
A lotta haters and it's f*ck how they all feel
Bread like a bakery, game like a ball field
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
Twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
Keep your lips locked, or pussy, you get 'em ripped off
If I ever told I would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
Still getting colder 'cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
Ten pounds pushing, I don't know about a zip now
So blue, I be walking like a Crip now, niggas getting out of line I pull the whip out
Pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
Shit, I ain't seen blood in a minute, now
Wonder just how many motherf*cking bodies hit the ground
On the Greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
Steady f*cking up the game, that's why you beefing like a cow
Move more than you suckers, so I shit on you like doo doo
Crazy money coming, like it's magic, like it's voodoo
Guess a nigga blessed, I'm just finessing with that juju
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Did the grind stop? You niggas is tweaking
I was just a little boy and I was still your weedman
OG Skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
I don't take days off, party like The Weeknd
On a Monday, most likely I'm popping the bottle
With a blunt, looks like I graduated, now off to Harvard
Running laps, I'm in your trap and nigga I got a car load
The coppers tryna find me in Polo and they yelling narco
They didn't know a nigga in and out of Chanel, now
Money on my brain, on a light day, I stack ten thou'
Foreign bitches on my phone, no pen pal
Hundred pies in the sky, that's some big mail
Chicken crispy, I got sauce like some ox tail
Shit, a lot of pussies tried to get me but they all failed
A lotta haters and it's f*ck how they all feel
Bread like a bakery, game like a ball field
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Writer: Corey Powell
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