conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Burn with the following description: Remix of the song 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Meek Mill (Ft. Big Sean) - Burn
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  Genius
  Burn Lyrics: God (Yea) / Oh God, Boi, (Yea) / G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga) / Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S / Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X / Skinny nigga but I do it large
  
  
  
   by Meek Mill. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  You n*s gon' learn today
  D4
  YMCMB, n*
  [Verse 1]
  Ugh, hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
  I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
  Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
  I say, bitch, I ain't impressed you must've got the wrong impression, ugh
  I ain't with the BS, 
  I'm flyer than PF
  Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
  Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
  If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate past her
  Money on the table, guns on the table
  Bitch, I'm on that syrup, tell that ho leggo my Eggo
  And my girlfriend is a chopper, I finger-fuck that ho
  Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at "hello," ugh
  Drop-top Maybach, clean like Ajax
  Man, I don't fuck with none of you niggas, like rednecks
  We got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
  I put a hole in your apple—what that is? Apple Jacks, ugh
  Pussy nigga, I'll murder you, then dance at your funeral
  Blood, I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood: communion
  Wake up like Bone Thugs,
   I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
  Her titties fake, but they look real: cubic zirconias
  Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the grown-ups
  Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme doughnuts
  Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
  I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe [Hook]
  Bitch, what they gonna say?
  Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
  Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
  I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake
  And then I let that kush burn, let that kush burn
  Yeah I let that kush burn, smoking gasoline, bitch
  The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
  Young Money, bitch, we at the top like barbed wire, ugh
  [Verse 2]
  Money on my mind I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
  I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch, ugh
  Stop stuntin'—if you ballin', buy your bitch somethin'
  Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
  Shit get real—if you're scared, go to Catholic school
  And if we want it, straight jack it,
   like a padded room
  Shoot your ass a hundred times and stand over you
  Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
  Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip
  Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
  Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech
  I be faded like bleach; double-barrel: Siamese
  I like my Swisher obese; fuck that bitch, like police
  Fuck these haters with no grease; you get chin-checked: goatee
  Money talks, bitch, and mine talks like Robin Leach
  That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle—ask Screech, ugh
  Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
  My girl got a fat cat: I call that shit "Garfield"
  We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
  We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums: oatmeal
  I'm stuntin', getting new money
  Trukfit money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
  I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
  In the words of my nigga BP, "I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb—boom!" [Hook]
  Lil' bitch
  Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit
  Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
  Fuckin' fuck niggas on that fuck shit
  Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
  And let that kush burn, let that kush burn
  Yeah I let that kush burn, smoking gasoline, bitch
  The booth on fire, I'm in here getting higher
  Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer—Tune!
  [Outro]
  Hahaha
  Dedication 4
  Meek, Sean—fuck with me!