Burden
I don't mean burden you
With my Problems
Swear I feel like I hurting you
And i'm sorry
Bitch I go to work never call off
I might hit the wood start to nod off
Money riding shotgun like a sawed-off
Even if I was Humpty Dumpty couldn't fall off
I don't mean to burden
Burden you
Burden you
But I feel like I'm hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Do you love you me cause the diamonds rapped around my neck
Or the benefits when I'm around that you get
And Broski keep the rocket I ain't talking Houston
So much money in my pocket just today made two bands
And I know we fight a lot
You know I'm gone give in, take that to the chin, Bae, if you right or not
Hate when you get mad, hop in yo bag
Now I got All typa thots
Feel it in yo guts, you wrap me up
Yo legs all type'a locked
Yo legs all type'a locked
Make it bust just a like a glock
Pull yo hair you like it shot
I ain't the type that's gone type a lot
Just pull up give you pipe a lot
Lemme know if you like or not
And if not den ill fall back cause I wont burden you
I don't mean burden you
With my Problems
Swear I feel like I hurting you
And i'm sorry
Bitch I go to work never call off
I might hit the wood start to nod off
Money riding shotgun like a sawed-off
Even if I was Humpty Dumpty couldn't fall off
I don't mean to burden
Burden you
Burden you
But I feel like I'm hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
With my Problems
Swear I feel like I hurting you
And i'm sorry
Bitch I go to work never call off
I might hit the wood start to nod off
Money riding shotgun like a sawed-off
Even if I was Humpty Dumpty couldn't fall off
I don't mean to burden
Burden you
Burden you
But I feel like I'm hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Do you love you me cause the diamonds rapped around my neck
Or the benefits when I'm around that you get
And Broski keep the rocket I ain't talking Houston
So much money in my pocket just today made two bands
And I know we fight a lot
You know I'm gone give in, take that to the chin, Bae, if you right or not
Hate when you get mad, hop in yo bag
Now I got All typa thots
Feel it in yo guts, you wrap me up
Yo legs all type'a locked
Yo legs all type'a locked
Make it bust just a like a glock
Pull yo hair you like it shot
I ain't the type that's gone type a lot
Just pull up give you pipe a lot
Lemme know if you like or not
And if not den ill fall back cause I wont burden you
I don't mean burden you
With my Problems
Swear I feel like I hurting you
And i'm sorry
Bitch I go to work never call off
I might hit the wood start to nod off
Money riding shotgun like a sawed-off
Even if I was Humpty Dumpty couldn't fall off
I don't mean to burden
Burden you
Burden you
But I feel like I'm hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
Hurting you
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Writer(s): Atm Fatknot
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