Lyrics DJ Mustard – Burn Rubber

Hook:
I tell her: burn rubber on a fuck nigga
Old pussy-ass niggas, no luck for ’em
Got a hundred on bottles, club fuck with him

Verse 1:
I’m in the grey Bentley, doin’ like a buck fifty
Ten thousand, lookin’ like a buck fifty
When the song come on, do the ratchet
Keep rubber bands popping, no practice
Got mollies on mollies, she actin’
But I only fuck with models and actresses
Fuck niggas — fuck, fuck niggas
We gettin’ money, we don’t fuck with you niggas
I’m like — burn rubber on a fake bitch
Your weave ain’t right, you a snake bitch
When the song come on, they gon’ hate this
Tell the DJ: «now bitch, play this»
I’m in the drop-top Maserati with the skirt on the skirt
Lookin’ like a G, I put that on the turf
For whatever it’s worth, niggas soft as Nerf
And if you ain’t gettin’ money, better go to church

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Verse 2:
I’m like: «fuck niggas — fuck pussy niggas»
Pussies catch feelings, I don’t trust pussy niggas

Bridge:
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga — vigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga I’m from Bompton

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Verse 3:
I’m in a Greystone on a Sunday
And when your boy hit the club, bet they know money
YSL with the motherfuckin’ Rollie
And if your girl wanna fuck, better show me
Twenty-deep with the motherfuckin’ homies
Got Colony jumpin’ on a Monday
Got Supper Club goin’ on a Tuesday
I’ll fuck a basketball wife with a booty
I might wife the bitch with a few gifts
Know some Hollywood bitches who can suck dick
And if you put ’em on tape, they’ll love it
Fucked a couple big stars, I don’t judge it
I’m nasty, I’ll kiss her in public
To keep it real, on God, I don’t trust it
I’m just thuggin’ — no lovin’
No roses, just fuck, fuckin’
(We like: «fuck niggas — fuck pussy niggas»)
(We like: «fuck niggas — fuck pussy niggas»)

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