Dakota Cook Lyrics – Burnin’ Butane
Singer: Burnin’ Butane
Title: Dakota Cook
Look at this mess that you made (so hot)
Never want to see you again, i wish i could forget your name
Now for me you know it’s automatic
n#gg#s don’t want the static
I’m flippin’ rhymes in the booth goin’ acrobatic
Yeah, i’m a danger to these n#gg#s, i be causin’ panic
So much butane in my veins, they think i’m satanic
But i be chillin’ homie (true)
Just don’t set me off (nah)
I’m a lot of things (yuh)
But i’m never soft (word)
Cookin’ with ash and dakota that’s a triple threat
Put us to task to go make a smash, that’s a bet
Tried to snipe from behind
Crossed the line, crossed my mind
Couldn’t ride, so you died
Homicide or suicide?
Truth be told you were never mine
Why would i be surprised?
I don’t need you my side
You’ve got me stoked, now i’m on fire
First thing’s first, you’re the worst
I can’t take you to the top, i’ll leave you in the dirt
Leave you down under like the city of perth
Where you can go and flirt with scum of the earth
Meanwhile, i’m trying to work
Look at this mess that you made (so hot)
Never want to see you again, i wish i could forget your name
All these brutes waning, won’t come step up to bat, man
Talkin’ about robbin’, don’t mess with dc like that, man
I’m built like a badger, down to earth but will still tear you up
Five foot six but this lil’ man still can size you up
Talk about my mother, sister, any of these other women
Insult them in their dm’s when they don’t want what’s in your denim
Try to force a finger, press a pill, or to coerce them
And i’ll have to get my shotty pumping like a piston
Said you goin crazy? well i’m out here going norman bates (b#tch)
The soundtrack to my slaughter is duel of the fates (ha)
b#tch we the greats, you others gettin’ replaced
If you swervin’ out your lane, we gon’ make you pump ya brakes
I promise, you couldn’t f#ck wit us if you tried
If anybody told you could, they f#ckin lied
Done with all the nonsense
I’ma count the profits
Passion burnin’ bright so none of you can ever stop this (nah)
Look at this mess that you made (talk to ’em homie, let’s go)
Never want to see you again, i wish i could forget your name
Look at this mess that you made (look at the mess baby, look at the mess baby)
Never want to see you again, i wish i could forget your name
Ash matthews, dakota cook, and the l-i-l apostrophe g (yeah)
Tried to snipe from behind
Crossed the line, crossed my mind
(look at this mess that you made)
Couldn’t ride, so you died
Homicide or suicide?
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