Lil Harde - Burning Sage Lyrics

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Smoking weed and burning sage I beat up burnt me a nigga
Got in that room and ran in his Mouth they like BJ go get him

Fell I hit my first lick 2013 November
All these folks watching my page There he go he back trippin
I ain't trippin'
I Been like that fell asleep
I was sippin
I been poppin' shit
Be proud of kid
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I gave my mom bread for the bills and gave the rest to my killer
We done to beat every case
It was but
These niggas keep snitchin
Took your shit you ain't do Nothin' boy
Come work that extension
Taz died it made me cry
You supposed to died
For my nigga

Crumbled up and bust a nut
She got that cookie with fillin
Got a lot in me lil' bitch
Keep it a hunnid I'm pimpin
They like steal my flow
And words so OG told me come different
She like the way I f*ck for sure but don't be tellin' my business

Talk to meechie yea okay
Still in that mix I ain't missin
If I'm f*ckin' on that hoe
And I don't love her I ain't kissin
Should've left me f*ck alone
Just tossed lil bra them a bone
I spent 20 on my neck and 20 on me I'm froze

You can't call me every day
I DND both oof these phones
I was f*ckin' on a baddie
She ain't take off her thong
The teacher called my mama beat my ass I got home
Remember wearin'
Walmart clothes
Now a nigga Vlone

Remember callin' up my dad and he ain't pick up the phone
Anytime he send me somethin' I send it back I don't want it
Tell em fo' f*ck out my face I feel like thuggin' rich homie
Milk Marie
She got a pretty pussy
I'm tryna hop on it

If it was me inside the car
I would've backdoored
The homie
F*ck with Ross he f*ck with Hov and I ain't f*ckin' with Sony
I can't say whatever I wanna say come get me I know it
In the trap servin' slabs
It was at six in the morning

Piedmont park I f*ck with sharks Nigga I'm deep in that ocean
US Marshals we pop out
We pop out I got buttons and 40
I'ma do whatever I wanna do
I ain't pay for extortion
I got tags on all my clothes don't make me go to the storage

That my dog that my twin we Like Ricky and Morty
Auntie taught me how to rap
I got the ball bitch I'm scornin
I got the ball bitch I'm scornin
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