Burfict! Lyrics by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown is a newly released English song produced by JPEGMAFIA. The latest song Burfict! lyrics are written by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown. The song was published on 24th March 2023.
Burfict! Song Details:
| Song: | Burfict! |
| Singer(s): | JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown |
| Produced by: | JPEGMAFIA |
| Written by: | JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown |
| Label(©): | Warp |
Burfict! Lyrics
(You think you know-)
Like NASCAR (Check)
Nigga, your back not golden (Style)
But you better get your mind right ‘fore I leave that shit all over that windshield (Uh-huh)
I’m weed whack, I’m stand-up (Uh-huh)
While I fuck, Plan B on her
It’s a wonder I ain’t got a lot of kids ’cause I just pull up and spray all in it (Go)
Baby, alright, okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you’re doin’ (Style)
I done came up in the ruins
Now I step out, it’s ahs and oohin’ (Style)
Baby, hey-hey, hey-hey, (Hey-hey)
Goin’ down like mayday (Yeah)
I’ma make a “U” when I do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo, baby (Style)
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
It’s hard like Sudoku (Uh)
So I put it in her goo chute
Neck frozen, on a chill, fuck a Roku (Style)
Get real truth, fuck ’em on that loose screw
I’ma just shoot then yell out, “Too-da-loo” (Hahahahaha)
You was suckin’ out here, crypto
Then I’ll send your ass up to the moon
Actin’ like I know who he is, and I’m lookin’ like “Who are you?” (Style)
It’s Peggy and Danny, everybody know what’s in the cobra clutch (Yeah)
Got the game on a crutch (Yeah), and these niggas all suck (Uh)
Gotta put on like we supervillains, we done just cliqued up
And you know I don’t know any other name tonight under the heavens
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Walk in this bitch with a Wock’ (A Wock’)
Fuck what you heard, bitch, I’m toxic (I am)
Rappers be callin’ the cops (They do)
Civilians thinkin’ we opps (Fuck)
Bitch, the shit that I flash ain’t a Glock (No)
All my exes been turnin’ to opps
Gimme dat nasty, gimme dat rude
Gimme dat barber, kick out the truth
I feel like Trump when I step in the booth (Yeah)
Drippin’ like Rudy, you know how I do
Stick for the mooliani’s (Clack, clack)
Now I’m playing zombies
Choppas like NATO
That shit come in [cases?], cover they face, that bitch Mach-Hommy
Gimme dat Rogan
Gimme dat woo!
Hit it like H-Town, knockin’ them boots
Dirty 30 and my dick now the truth
Frank Lucas got my bitch feeling blue (Straight)
Crack in the booth
Feeling like Steve will stop me, not you
Couldn’t shop at the store and I had EBT too
And I was thinkin’ ’bout god and what that money do
Nigga, I do this for fun
They hide behind money like T.T.S. Duns (Ah)
I heard niggas wanna attack my show
Bitch, do I look like Olivia Munn?
Okay, okay (Uh-huh)
I see what you’re doing (Style)
I done came up in the ruins
Now it’s that prop, it’s ah’s and ooh’ing (Style)
Baby, hey, hey, hey, hey, (Hey, hey)
Going down like mayday (Yeah)
Imma make a “U” when I do
She do what I say, you would think I knew voodoo, baby (Step)
Yeah