34 - Burna Boy

Swifta production (production, production) (Production, production) Nah, I don't wanna hurt no one Chat about bars like guns, it's fun I pap-pap-pop-pap-pap just for fun So carry on until your skin gets bun Nah, I don't wanna hurt no one Chat about bars like guns, it's fun I pap-pap-pop-pap-pap just for fun So carry on, you'll get... One shot, two shot, three shot, four Bus' shot 'til you can't tek no more One got three in the face, one got three in the chest Both left dead on the floor I just aim and shoot with a pen Bun a MC and shoot him again He ain't dead yet, shoot him again We laugh and bun zoots when you're dead Man a murderer (yeah) Fuck around and I'll murder ya (yeah) I take shots in the booth, no chaser but I ain't too burst To burst a bar (boom) So fuck around and I'll burst ya, darg (brr) It's Cash Motto, ain't you heard of us? (Yeah) Last year, they had me lettin' off them Boom, bam, one pad, one pen, what we sayin' then? (Ayy) 'Cause he was on it, now look at him runnin' He had guts 'til I blew out his stomach I'm on a MAC ting, MACin' him up Stop when I want, I don't run outta rounds Zone, brilliant flow (woo) Shoot at my plaque for a million sold (baow) Kill a MC on the net, was gold Took shots, never hit a crossbar or post Just me (Chip), shoot a sniper, call me Bob Lee Swagger aimin' properly And if he's 'llowed in grime, it's 'cause me Drop the 'munk, C-H-I-P (yeah) Still in the booth with liquor and weed (burst) Hit man but I don't do it for the Ps I just lick man down for the Cs Better than me (huh)? In your dreams (ayy) Original Beyblade spinner (rah) My man's two faced, who's that nigga? (Mm) You're just a artist, you're not a killer (no) 67 man, one song, what a driller (baow) Gyaldem sugar (yeah), Zim Zim Zimmer (yeah) See me 'round town with smirks in the Bimmer (skrr) These likkle man wanna try get right 'Til I dish out the waps, dim dimmer Spit for the skrilla, backstrap biller (yeah) Household name, still wanna get bigger (trust) One Direction when I pop boys, nigga Actor, you shoulda been on Top Boy, nigga Blows on, Incredible Hulk (wow) Costco, yeah, man get it in bulk (blaow) Just got a brand new Macbook Pro But it's called MAC-10 when the shots upload Yeah, I let that go, the kick back (woah) Pick a MC like tic-tac-toe Or ching chang chong, I hit that bong (yeah) Blast my head off and get the blastin' on becuh (sheesh) Right now, man a run for the money (ayy) I give your top five a run for their money (mm) Try MCs on a wave, goodbye, MCs I blukubyebye MCs Nah, I don't wanna hurt no one Chat about bars like guns, it's fun I pap-pap-pop-pap-pap just for fun So carry on until your skin gets bun Nah, I don't wanna hurt no one Chat about bars like guns, it's fun I pap-pap-pop-pap-pap just for fun So carry on, you'll get... I don't wanna hurt no one Bars like guns, it's fun Just for fun Carry on, bun I don't wanna hurt no one Bars like guns, it's fun Just for fun Carry on, bun

Boy boy boy boy Wraps his arm around a skinny thing Naked around, naked around, naked around Naked around the middle She's a sleepwalker with an expensive bag Cruising cubicles Cash thrills Cruising and thinking, a cap and hood Straps hanging down your black legs (Pig pig pig pig Stick that word out at your best mark Remember, remember, remember, remembering) All your sundays come back to haunt me I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction I'm in a rage, i'm in a rage, i'm in a rage I knew i refused to hand it over Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me I know what's going to happen next (Stood at the next table touching the lips with love) Okay now it's clear you can look Clean clean There's something (chromium) Tattooed dad is getting dirty And a (tired thing, boooze) Off with your head off with your head Your razor wire beauty You're going straight, you're going straight, you're going straight But sometimes you gotta show them I like to hurt myself like this sometimes What you want from me this time Do you want a spoon Carrying another wound Like an addiction When you caught your affliction

To be loved is a thrilling sensation, as thrilling as can be Though it happens in every nation, they greet if differently Every mademoiselle with pasoolala, every Englishman talks to his patter Every spittin' Venetian goes tra la la and the Irish say Mother Machree But when I look at you and I thrill like I do, there is only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Certain characters hi-diddle-diddle when cupid comes along Some mechanics shift gears in the middle and drummers kick the gong Every cowboy I know hollers yipee-a-ay Every clown in the circus goes hoopla Every sailor in port hollers anchors aweigh And an Indian gives you a ugg! But when you hold me tight like you're doing tonight There's only one thing I can say Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh, boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy To know that you love me by heaven above me I never expected to pick you off the vine (The others will try and try and try and try and try) (To give you the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye) But when they approach you, I'll keep them in line By telling them oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy you're mine

Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey, let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Love is what you make it, love the overflow Play if you can take it some they just don't know If all the rules they are making, break somebody's heart What's the use in taking babies fall apart I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) Realize that love is just is just a word That goes unheard in a situation Of exploration Where love is nothing and you are all I can see This boy's in love with you You're everything I can see This boy's in love with you You have taken it all away from me Words that pull the trigger fear the laughing sound Haunts you to consider love might turn you around To face a blind emotion words like 'hey let's try' Words like think it over they just don't apply I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me (I'm the boy, I'm the boy) I'm the boy you made me) (I'm the boy, I'm the boy)