Burnt (Remix)

[Intro: Jamie Foxx] (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) [Chorus: Tia Corine] Bitch, get out of my way, I’m geeked up Louis bag on the plane I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same [Verse 1: Tia Corine] I don’t go on no dates Don't fuck on my bed, we gon' fuck on the sink That bitch, she fake, like weave on a lace Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake Got plates in case you wanted a taste Huh, you can't slide on my base Huh, pussy a flower, he brought me a vase Huh, you can't drive in my lane Look at your car, we not riding the same Look at your pot, you not hotter than me Bitch, you like gnat, you be bothering me I eat a stack just to start up my day Glock go around my hip just like a tutu Fuck with the gang, we gon' fuck 'round and shoot-shoot Red and the yellow bitch, bowl of them fruit loop I seen a question mark, nigga, like, who you? I’m on your back like the logo on FUBU Bitches, they watchin’ me, Netflix and Hulu Come on and follow me, I know the shiru Hit from the back, ake that nigga go, "Ouh, ouh" Lotto one song, it bought my home Like Twitter, the birds, they all on my phone It's pink, my pussy, my hair, my thong Get licked, get dicked, get my shoes, and I’m gone [Chorus: Tia Corine] Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up Louis bag on the plane I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same Bitch, get out of my way, I’m geeked up Louis bag on the plane I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Bitch, get out of my way Got a lot of different hoes up in my face Like, they don't get bitches buy her snake Pull off in a wraith don't mind the jakes Want to have sex in a tre Don't wear Louboutin but [?] Fuckin' on a cougar, like, twice my age Make her go deep throat, don't cry lil' bae I'm in Dubai, like, hide my face I mix Kawai and my Japanese Asian thing Money on me, I buy everything When I count crack don't intervene I don't like twenties, got hunnids my mitt If I got twenty then twenty get ripped Today I don't got no lil' bitch in my whip Only thing ridin' shotgun is my stick [Chorus: Tia Corine] Bitch, get out of my way, I'm geeked up Louis bag on the plane I brought my kid 'cause you wanna play You burnt out bitch, you movin' the same I don't go on no dates Don't fuck on my bed, we gon' fuck on the sink That bitch, she fake, like weave on a lace Pink Glock gon' knock that ice of your cake Got-