Burr'ardi (Dirty Version)

Burr'ardi
What's good suco
I see you lil bruh
Look
Uh

I gotta fall back me and
Going all the way up
Three-sixty like wall
When I lay the bitch up
Lay it up!
That bitch covered up in caramel
Know you see the tan
Got damn watch me do it again
Shawty got a man
But he ain't the man
Jr

Blrrd!

Okay okay
Ou

Boy I got em flockin' in
Takin' all my medicine
Glide so sickening
I'm sorry momma
Way she put her leg up
Damn near made a nigga wana pray up
Yea stay prayed up
'Cause shawty you a goddess
You body like my cars
Know I like em
Know I like em
Spill off in a Yamaha
Red like a brisket
Giving head to your misses
Your majesty

Queen?
Hol up
Queen!
Hol up
Queen!

They should patent me
My thoughts to exclusive
Boy I thought you knew this
Shawty ain't dangerous
Shawty ain't dangerous
If she was she wouldn't wana hang wit us
Shawty she's an angel
So precious
Ma so precious
Ma so

Damn

When you gone pull up on me
Or what need me to pull up on ya
Shawty so petite
Sex game elite
Damn it she a bug
Mrs. Officer
Mrs. Officer
Mrs. Officer
Can't get my hands of ya
Mrs. Officer
Mrs. Officer



Credits
Writer(s): Loubins Jean-baptiste
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