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Prince of The Burg Video (MV)




Performed By: 27 Mari
Language: English
Length: 4:47
Written by: Omari Sanchez




27 Mari - Prince of The Burg Lyrics
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Yes, sir, how are you? I'm the Master Chief
I ain't kissing up on that jawn, she got maggot teeth
Heard bro left high school for a bag of weed
He was sittin' on the porch scoped 'em out from down the street
Magic switch'll make you flip like I'm Harry Potter
I can tell your true intentions like the good doctor (yup)
Call me Kobe out the way cause I'm a good shot spotter
Need to see Tyla, she look like a good hot topper
Backseat boys, we hop out with a fltt, fltt
We live in Nuketown, horns blow a lil' toot, toot (toot, toot)
Bad lil jawn asked if we could use a fruit loop (what?)
She came to Netflix and chill, bitch, we using YouTube
Yeah, Ridin' round Trent looking for the bandits
She too hard to get at, she got double standards
Take ya' whole kingdom down dolo, I'm Black Panther (shit)
I can spook your life up real quick like the Haunted Manor
Test ya' gangster real quick aye go grab the bar scanner
Make ya' top pop like confetti, I'm a party planner
She all up on my body, I'm trying to understand her
Pink cup of lean, that shit made me woozy
Blow yo cap off with the Lil Uzi
The one unky with the white lips call him Lil Boosie
I ain't with that singing shit, nigga, I ain't Lil Toosie
Me and Shorty at the kickback, finna shoot a movie
The one opp thot they looking for, I think her name Ruby
Beat a nigga ass in the street while I rock Ksubi (boop, boop, boop)
He walk around head top little, looking real puny
I'm a real street hustler, get on my level
The one nigga with the tight pants, he a fruity pebble
I heard he talking hot, guess what, I got plenty of devils
He say he see red when he mad, I'ma pop your vessel
I got some chocolate for ya' shorty, I'm the ice cream man
You like work, we gon' fold you in a Sprinter van
Catch you lacking, slide down ya' block, I'm the Michelin man
Gotta play it smart, cause I heard the feds be tappin' in
We gon' wake up rich one day, we ain't gon' give up (yeah, bitch, hey)
The yack was too good, I took a bite out of my double cup
Said she had a man, but I don't care she got that turkey butt
When I step it make the whole room hot, steam start filling up (damn)
What's that bling bling? Oh, that's Mark Cuban
Aye, tell, Elon hit me up, he is not a real human
She asked me if I love her, I said, baby, this is an illusion
Go get the cameras, it's a brand new revolution
I had to pipe down a lil', that's the old me
I ain't see him pop up at the function, guess he got that cold feet
Whatever happened to Fergy after that lil' nose bleed
Testing the patience, they better come over and hold me
I can really do whatever, I'm too legendary
Put bro on a hard bed, now all the nigga drink is dairy
The opps don't really run up, man I swear they so f*ckin' scary
Finish off his top, aye somebody go and get the cherry
I'm the king of my planet, call all the apes out
Thought he was a gangster, found out he took the fake route
Snowfall, it's cold out, they cleaned out the safe house
Shorty stuck up on that one-one, she got that late drought
Let's turn up for the one time
Pull up to the function, spazzin' out off that moonshine
The get back, finna be treacherous, it's a true crime
Hottest bipper out the city, it's a blues clues mind (OTG, Long Live 27)
Oh my god, Molly, you wanna go to Starbucks?
Nah, it's time to hit that one box, call the plug and double up
He walked past and whispered something, boy, you better hush it up
If I call the demons out, they switchin' up, you better run and duck
They asked me when he got dropped, mmm, about a quarter of
Painted out his body on the pavement like a turtle dove
Did you leave the cup stained up? Mmm, a lil' (smudge)
Couple more seconds, then I'm outie with a big dub
If I need a crash out, I'm callin' Lil' Jeff
Bang, bang, like a gorilla, he got a big chest
Switchy's out, poking at the door, bullet hit his vest
FFG is what he rep, he got it tatted on his neck (ok)
Shawty thought that I was hers, but nah, you was a free trial
If we got a problem at the construction site, I'ma call Kyle
He was cappin' and his nose got long, it's time to grab the file
The NYPD, they heard my name, they went and grabbed the files
I played her out for the V-Bucks, I had her overthinking
Broadie got snuck so hard, his left eye was winking
Had so much buss down in the whip, the body started sinking
Bust open that new R-Pack, the room started stinking
FBI was banging at the door because I had her singing
Nuketown, they hood flashbang, ears started ringing
Ask me what I'm bringing to the function, here's what I'm bringing
The sound of that new track crying, money sounds lingering
Yeah, man, I hope y'all enjoyed this shit
We ain't done yet, though
I got one more Lil' Verse, for y'all
And I'ma outie in this bitch
You know what's going on, though
Four minutes, straight bars, back to back
You know why
Cause I'm really the f*cking goat
Hear me out for the one time, though
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's time for lights out
Treat him like a micro bulldog, he got a lil' snout
I could've been a smooth criminal, I took the money route
You know I'm about to turn up when they walkin' in with all the scouts (I'm finna ball)
Yeah, you know I never doubt
Every time we ride, same guys cause they in and out
New edition of the Glock, lil' Timmy hit a new sprout (boom, boom, boom)
OTG, we stepping out, it's time for the fans to shout
Yeah, I'm a real smooth criminal
I heard what my bro did to 'em, he giving me subliminals
Mortal Kombat (bling, bling, blow), shit get critical
50 ball on your head, the goons out to come and finish you (bow)
X marks the spot, that's the end of my destination
Drunk a pint of red, stomach tight, now he constipated
I can't wait till I get rich to the teachers who said I wouldn't make it
The smoke blew through his chest, blood in his hand, we left him double faded (hey, huh)
Yeah, I'm really the f*cking goat
Long Live 27, man
OTG, Slaughter Troop
Four minutes, straight bars, back to back
Motherf*cking beast in this bitch, Prince of The f*cking Burg
You know what's going on with me, nigga
Hey
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English

Yes, sir, how are you? I'm the Master Chief
I ain't kissing up on that jawn, she got maggot teeth
Heard bro left high school for a bag of weed
He was sittin' on the porch scoped 'em out from down the street
Magic switch'll make you flip like I'm Harry Potter
I can tell your true intentions like the good doctor (yup)
Call me Kobe out the way cause I'm a good shot spotter
Need to see Tyla, she look like a good hot topper
Backseat boys, we hop out with a fltt, fltt
We live in Nuketown, horns blow a lil' toot, toot (toot, toot)
Bad lil jawn asked if we could use a fruit loop (what?)
She came to Netflix and chill, bitch, we using YouTube
Yeah, Ridin' round Trent looking for the bandits
She too hard to get at, she got double standards
Take ya' whole kingdom down dolo, I'm Black Panther (shit)
I can spook your life up real quick like the Haunted Manor
Test ya' gangster real quick aye go grab the bar scanner
Make ya' top pop like confetti, I'm a party planner
She all up on my body, I'm trying to understand her
Pink cup of lean, that shit made me woozy
Blow yo cap off with the Lil Uzi
The one unky with the white lips call him Lil Boosie
I ain't with that singing shit, nigga, I ain't Lil Toosie
Me and Shorty at the kickback, finna shoot a movie
The one opp thot they looking for, I think her name Ruby
Beat a nigga ass in the street while I rock Ksubi (boop, boop, boop)
He walk around head top little, looking real puny
I'm a real street hustler, get on my level
The one nigga with the tight pants, he a fruity pebble
I heard he talking hot, guess what, I got plenty of devils
He say he see red when he mad, I'ma pop your vessel
I got some chocolate for ya' shorty, I'm the ice cream man
You like work, we gon' fold you in a Sprinter van
Catch you lacking, slide down ya' block, I'm the Michelin man
Gotta play it smart, cause I heard the feds be tappin' in
We gon' wake up rich one day, we ain't gon' give up (yeah, bitch, hey)
The yack was too good, I took a bite out of my double cup
Said she had a man, but I don't care she got that turkey butt
When I step it make the whole room hot, steam start filling up (damn)
What's that bling bling? Oh, that's Mark Cuban
Aye, tell, Elon hit me up, he is not a real human
She asked me if I love her, I said, baby, this is an illusion
Go get the cameras, it's a brand new revolution
I had to pipe down a lil', that's the old me
I ain't see him pop up at the function, guess he got that cold feet
Whatever happened to Fergy after that lil' nose bleed
Testing the patience, they better come over and hold me
I can really do whatever, I'm too legendary
Put bro on a hard bed, now all the nigga drink is dairy
The opps don't really run up, man I swear they so f*ckin' scary
Finish off his top, aye somebody go and get the cherry
I'm the king of my planet, call all the apes out
Thought he was a gangster, found out he took the fake route
Snowfall, it's cold out, they cleaned out the safe house
Shorty stuck up on that one-one, she got that late drought
Let's turn up for the one time
Pull up to the function, spazzin' out off that moonshine
The get back, finna be treacherous, it's a true crime
Hottest bipper out the city, it's a blues clues mind (OTG, Long Live 27)
Oh my god, Molly, you wanna go to Starbucks?
Nah, it's time to hit that one box, call the plug and double up
He walked past and whispered something, boy, you better hush it up
If I call the demons out, they switchin' up, you better run and duck
They asked me when he got dropped, mmm, about a quarter of
Painted out his body on the pavement like a turtle dove
Did you leave the cup stained up? Mmm, a lil' (smudge)
Couple more seconds, then I'm outie with a big dub
If I need a crash out, I'm callin' Lil' Jeff
Bang, bang, like a gorilla, he got a big chest
Switchy's out, poking at the door, bullet hit his vest
FFG is what he rep, he got it tatted on his neck (ok)
Shawty thought that I was hers, but nah, you was a free trial
If we got a problem at the construction site, I'ma call Kyle
He was cappin' and his nose got long, it's time to grab the file
The NYPD, they heard my name, they went and grabbed the files
I played her out for the V-Bucks, I had her overthinking
Broadie got snuck so hard, his left eye was winking
Had so much buss down in the whip, the body started sinking
Bust open that new R-Pack, the room started stinking
FBI was banging at the door because I had her singing
Nuketown, they hood flashbang, ears started ringing
Ask me what I'm bringing to the function, here's what I'm bringing
The sound of that new track crying, money sounds lingering
Yeah, man, I hope y'all enjoyed this shit
We ain't done yet, though
I got one more Lil' Verse, for y'all
And I'ma outie in this bitch
You know what's going on, though
Four minutes, straight bars, back to back
You know why
Cause I'm really the f*cking goat
Hear me out for the one time, though
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's time for lights out
Treat him like a micro bulldog, he got a lil' snout
I could've been a smooth criminal, I took the money route
You know I'm about to turn up when they walkin' in with all the scouts (I'm finna ball)
Yeah, you know I never doubt
Every time we ride, same guys cause they in and out
New edition of the Glock, lil' Timmy hit a new sprout (boom, boom, boom)
OTG, we stepping out, it's time for the fans to shout
Yeah, I'm a real smooth criminal
I heard what my bro did to 'em, he giving me subliminals
Mortal Kombat (bling, bling, blow), shit get critical
50 ball on your head, the goons out to come and finish you (bow)
X marks the spot, that's the end of my destination
Drunk a pint of red, stomach tight, now he constipated
I can't wait till I get rich to the teachers who said I wouldn't make it
The smoke blew through his chest, blood in his hand, we left him double faded (hey, huh)
Yeah, I'm really the f*cking goat
Long Live 27, man
OTG, Slaughter Troop
Four minutes, straight bars, back to back
Motherf*cking beast in this bitch, Prince of The f*cking Burg
You know what's going on with me, nigga
Hey
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Writer: Omari Sanchez
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