Burrr Lyrics & Tabs by Gucci Mane
Burrr
guitar chords lyrics
Drumma Boy
SOD Brick Squad
Chorus
Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr
Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr
Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr
Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr, Burr
Gucci
Drama, Gucci, Soulja
You wanna visit Gucci world girl here's a brochure
want a cold watch, make yur wife say burr
Goth balls in my ear like Burr Burr Burr
Got a rari with the engine in the rear, look at here
Shinin harder than yu partna, Red Air max match the cardinals
You my son, I'm yur father, This a Trap style on the other
Got a rari with the engine in the rear, look at here
Shinin harder than yu partna, Red Air max match the cardinals
You my son, I'm yur father, This a Trap style on the other
So its poppin, ************* I'm so OJ okay
Im so Waka Flocka fuck it, I might smoke in front the DA
I'm so Gotti i might buck it, three two drops so I'mma feel like fuck it
you a crab still in the bucket, Got a 6 K show in Kentucky
Run upon a kid, and yu won't be lucky, might be around then yu will be unlucky
38 revolver in the club, try Brick Squad and this shit get ugly
Soulja Boy
Swagg, Swagg, Swagg
Swagg, Swagg, Swagg
Swagg, Swagg,
Swagg,
Soulja Boy off in this hoe, Im gon roll up all the dro
Gucci on the passenger, The Ferrari is painted woh!
Boy yu already know, The yellow diamond browling boy
50 stacks plus 100 stacks a hunned racks i hit destroy
I aint for that fuckin pain, bitch yu know my name
Swang Swang with the Gucci Mane mane yu know i let my chain hang
i'm gon do my thang Soulja boy gon Bling
Bling bling bling and i let it Burr! all off in yur ear
Disappear, bitch yu hate on me, Mane yu fake on me
And its like a master piece the way my artists tatt on me
tatted on my chest, tatted on my neck mane yu know its like
I think I'm DJ Khaled, cuz we the fuckin Best
Yo Gotti
Cheaa!
Cheahh!
I amm!
Yo Gottiii
White bracelet so ignorant, the yellow one and match kit
Cold hearted nigga, and i run around with lunatics
They be on some shootin shit, I be on some neutral shit
Since I got some soildiers, oh so i might as well jus used them shits (Burr!)
Left his body cold, you know the story go
Nigga disrespect a king, left him fulla bullet holes (Burr!)
Shawty go with it,
work the pole with it
Magic city money,
touch yur toes with it (Burr!)
Rubber bands snap (Burr!),
Money flowin up (Burr!)
Money flowin down (Burr!),
They just bagging up (Burr!)
Half a million ones, (Ones!)
thats a lotta papers (Burr!)
Couple hunned guns, ready for the haters
