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Burn The Room (feat. Wes Walker)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Jordan Blair
Christian Jordan Blair
Songwriter
Wesley Walker
Wesley Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ashilee Roberts
Ashilee Roberts
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan Hickman
Jonathan Hickman
Producer

Lyrics

What it do Hop out the whip, I switch the coupe I know her daddy don't approve I got the ball, it's alley-oop It's like I'm hoopin' after school I know they hatin' on me too I like to change their point of view I hit the paint and bust a move The fire burnin' up the room There's bitches jumpin' off the roof The fire burnin' up the room There's bitches jumpin' off the roof What it do Close the door, close the window Let the fire burn, let the flame build, let the game go Yeaaaah, open up the window, let the smoke billow Oh it's hot! Hot to the touch I cannot touch it, I can't be duckin Right by these 2x4s, came out the rubble That ain't my business, hey, where's the litmus You actin' finicky, with the finna be You sippin' Hennessy, home runs on Little League Gee-willickers Batman, you be the fat man I drop the little boy, and you do the dash man What it do Hop out the whip, I switch the coupe I know her daddy don't approve I got the ball, it's alley-oop It's like I'm hoopin' after school I know they hatin' on me too I like to change their point of view I hit the paint and bust a move The fire burnin' up the room I said all that shit, all that work, I can throw it up Cut the red wire, cut the blue wire, shit, Yeah, I can blow it up Smokin' all that gas, all that 'purp, watch us roll it up Throwin' all this cash, mama work, I just can't get enough I said, all that work, all that dirt, yeah, I'm feelin' stuffed All that weight, Sorry for the wait, yeah, I can't get enough Blowing all that smoke, go for broke Go ahead and chop it up, do-si-do Swing your partner to the parking lot The fire burnin' up the room Bitches jumpin' right up out the roof I said, baby, now they ain't got nothin' to lose, oh It's hot right to the touch, I wouldn't even touch it What it do Hop out the whip, I switch the coupe I know her daddy don't approve I got the ball, it's alley-oop It's like I'm hoopin' after school I know they hatin' on me too I like to change their point of view I hit the paint and bust a move The fire burnin' up the room
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