BURR Lyrics – YNG Martyr

Read the full BURR lyrics by YNG Martyr along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus]
My new b!tch on the spectrum
I love how she obsessive
Way I’m ’bout that redrum
You’d think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicoloured hoes in this b!tch
I’m so progressive

[Post-Chorus]
Burr, burr
We don’t mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
But this s*it make you throw up
Burr, burr
It’s a Burberry slip, not a loafer

[Verse 1]
My girl is a c*nt, yeah
But only ’cause she serving
Your girl is a c*nt
No, like actually on purpose
My girl built like Chun Li
Her body is perfect
Them titties like my drug habits
Bro, they way too perky
30-something (??)
Hurts when I’m talking
And it hurt if they walked in these shoes
Ain’t it obvious?
I been preaching profit
They been cutting losses
She thought I worked in stocks
‘Cause I told her I got options

[Chorus]
My new b!tch on the spectrum
I love that she obsessive
Way I’m ’bout that redrum
You’d think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicoloured hoes in this b!tch
I’m so progressive

[Post-Chorus]
Burr, burr
We don’t mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
But this s*it make you throw up
Burr, burr
It’s a Burberry slip, not a loafer

[Verse 2]
We ain’t dead yet
So we threw them (??) up
I’m a shipment
When it comes to Lambo trucks
Now we blessed, only giving thanks to above
We get ins (??), like your fu*king b!tch when I call
What you want?
(??) ball when it’s game time
Songs get it split, b!tch
I’m out here tryna save mine
She rolling a blunt in the whip
Guess it’s rave time
(??)

[Chorus]
My new b!tch on the spectrum
I love that she obsessive
Way I’m ’bout that redrum
You’d think I was dyslexic
My girl like a handgun
She pop out with extensions
Got multicoloured hoes in this b!tch
I’m so progressive

[Post-Chorus]
Burr, burr
We don’t mind getting colder
Burr, burr
I think my wrist got pneumonia, yeah
Burr, burr
But this s*it make you throw up
Burr, burr
It’s a Burberry slip, not a loafer