Burn Sumthin' Akkorde von
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa

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Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
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Yeah, yall no what it is,
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its anudda 1 of dose
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Yes! Man its ya boy wiz khalifa man,
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lets do it, yo! uhh
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Im kinda hot now
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money
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gettin longer too
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Pressure by the cops now,
&niqqas haten on ya do
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See i ain't step on no toes to get here,
this hard work
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Young'n gotta flow, the shit's clear
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But i see jealousy in they
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face when they eye me
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Love the lames
want'n to trouble W- I- Z
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Doesnt surprise me that some
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would dispise me
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So i dip through stick move like ali
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I chose wisely, some say im an old soul
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A broke load of a young niqqa who
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flows gold
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&Life to live it them punches but
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still the oor road
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&Skys the limit,
dig it, i brung the whole globe
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But still i made it back, the new face of rap
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E figured out tha flow was coke
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then we made it crack
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Not to hard to hard to pay
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attention & listen
This for all my people,
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ghetto niqqas, women, &children
Verse 3
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Now pay attention what i kick in ya year
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Youu might learn
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sumthn, brun sumthn
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Im from where you worth
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nuffn
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Unil you get out there &earn sumthn
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And we allergic to that term frontin'
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So if you get it legit look on the curb pumpin',
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burn somethin
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We all strugglin', in some way
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We all hustlen' to take nothin'
& make somethin, ya know
Verse 4
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If its one thing i know well is how
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to get my grind on
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Twenty- four seven,
erfectin' to keep the rhymes strong
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Stackin' my paper , waitin'
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to get my shine on
Hustlin' all day,
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wonderin' where the time gone
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Im too quick on my feet,
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i ain't gettin' to sleep
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Rules to be made, Lose'n weight,
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im forgettin to eat
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&Some say im livin' too
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fast slow down
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Tryna get my family plate big
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enouph to go 'round
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So i go hard,
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told y'all its goinq down
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A rap niqqa big
enough to hold the town
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They wanna hold you down
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But gettin' them figures knew
it was comin' though
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I can see the picture,
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you niggas can steal the youg'n flow
Hater match the chips gettin' big
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ger comes with the territory
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Im just glad im able to tell my story
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To get to the top i learned from
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those there before me
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&When im on ima share my glory
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Now pay at
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tention what
i kick in ya year
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Youu might learn sumth
n, brun sumthn
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Im from where you worth
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nuffn
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Unil you get out there &earn sumthn
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And we allergic to that term frontin'
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So if you get it legit look on the curb pumpin',
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burn somethin
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We all strugglin', in some way
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We all hustlen' to take nothin'
& make somethin, ya know
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Look into my eyes
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& tell
me what you see
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A prospect with his
mind set on what to be
Alot of chronic smoke,
yunq broad come puff wit me
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A attitude like y'all dudes
can't fuck wit me
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Still i stay humble,
focussed on my hustle
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Later forgettin it but
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everything got doubled
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& My team got bubbled
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Anybody that seen our struggle got respect
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'nah mean' for the youngen' cards
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Its more than just music,
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this more than death's music
Its hood then lets do it
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The birds best, yes here in the flesh
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Smart to do it, talkin ess,
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then lets prove it
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Thats why my shit go hard,
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yours got less movement
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Im on top of things,
you busy droppin names
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On file,
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no physics can stop the flame
Think of the lives,
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we can drop some change, lets do it

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