Songtext von Basic Burner

You can look back down, down (oh-oh) You can look back down, down You can look down, down, down (oh-oh) You can look down, down, down I can turn a basic burner To a star, to a star I can turn a basic burner To a star, to a star Uh, I been tryna get the gang out the block Turned it up, I got too famous to shop If she basic, I can turn her to a star If she basic, I can turn her to a star Foreign cars in the hood, cost six figures Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a God She know I rap, but I'm way too involved I'm from where the love dyin' and the hate livin' World full of hoes cryin' with some fake titties The hand on you should never be ashamed, girl 'cause they pretty Fuck you in the bed full of money and we lay in it (World full of bitches cryin' with some fake titties) (You should never be ashamed because they pretty) (Fuck you in the bed full of money and we lay in it) (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love I'm holding all of your secrets Even though we ain't been speakin' You know I'm built like that You know I'm built like that I'm holding all of your secrets Even though we ain't been speakin' You know I'm built like that You know I'm built like that You know, you know, you know Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (girl, you know) Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (girl, you know) Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (girl, you know) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, biker jacket, I done got this lil bitch drippin' dizzy All the game know she gave a nigga was illegal God, I'm so young, but I'm so young till I can't feel the needle The world sit on my bloody palms, I know you see me I can turn a basic burner To a star, to a star I been tryna get the gang out the block Turned it up, I got too famous to shop If she basic, I can turn her to a star If she basic, I can turn her to a star Foreign cars in the hood, cost six figures Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a God She know I rap, but I'm way too involved Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love Girl, you way too pretty to trust Girl, I'm way too famous to love I'm holding all of your secrets Even though we ain't been speakin' You know I'm built like that You know I'm built like that I'm holding all of your secrets Even though we ain't been speakin' You know I'm built like that You know I'm built like that You know, you know, you know Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (girl, you know) Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga (girl, you know) Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a God (girl, you know) Make it clap, shawty sin for a rich nigga Make it clap, shawty sin for a God