Warm It Up (Explicit) - Logic/Young Sinatra Producer：6ix/Tee-WaTT You you you
You you you you you you
You you you
You you you you you you
Warm it up warm it up
Warm it up warm it up warm it up
Warm it up warm it up
Warm it up warm it up warm it up It's that Young Sinatra sh*t yeah this that Young Sinatra sh*t Shut the f**k up and listen whenever Young Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell She on the Young Sinatra dick All these rappers wack as f**k make the Young Sinatra sick RattPack be the squad that's that Young Sinatra clique
Godd**n said this the Young Sinatra clique godd**n
Listen yeah I'm visualizing the realism of life in actuality Step to me fatality yeah this sh*t is my galaxy I am who the baddest be I'd rather be at the academy Killers I'm be glad to be me magnify the sh*t like bifocal Motherf**kers talk on the Internet but in person they never vocal Come to the hood and f**k you up if you prefer to be local I'm local from Noho to Soho Getting Gs like I'm Frodo you know hoe I'm blessed like Sunday flyer than a runway Lil' Bobby never second-guessed that he gon' make it one day One way or another my brother word to your mother They should give me a badge 'cause I'm always under covers
Godd**n I'm a miraculous man
You know I get I get it I get it I get it The Young Sinatra spit it rewind it and rip it I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet Pass the Mary Jane like I'm runnin' a train with Peter Parker On tour I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker The deeper and deeper I go it get darker They say they want the old me they want the Young Sinatra back The one that murder it rip it up no never givin' up on the almanac Yeah I'm all of that fall back like September again Baskin' these rappers so hard they won't remember again When it comes to hip-hop b**ch I'm indigenous to this It's apparent I'm bearin' down like a parent When the beef is at stake I'm Mastro's My god-level lyricism surpass flows I'm much more than fast flows Money talk cash hoes greatest of levels I've passed those F**k that rap sh*t this that trap sh*t Bobby
This world is my contraption Bobby
I was born and raised in the trap son Bobby Talk sh*t get kidnapped son Bobby
I don't really know why I rap son aye Money in the bank yeah I got some aye Couple sports cars yeah I bought some aye Logic never flex Bobby get it done aye Yeah y'all don't really know where I come from come now Talkin' that sh*t I'ma come for 'em what's good Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want I get it somehow F**k that trap sh*t this that rap sh*t Give me the hand like John the Baptist Ready to rip it I hope in the captives Greatest alive like I'm Cassius I put 'em all in they caskets they can't see me get past it I'm a bastard that mastered the flow And none of y'all ready for this massacre though F**k with Logic yeah that's a no Matter of fact it's not impossible just highly improbable Like saying the police isn't robbable But I'm liable to walk up in the station in blue face Like f**k the police Blue lives ain't a race F**k whoever said this rap sh*t was never a race This sh*t a marathon Murder you motherf**kers and carry on Claimin' that you really 'bout this sh*t You got your Jim Carrey on Liar Liar I might crucify ya' Number one 'til I die will never retire
I am the messiah I am the god of this sh*t This is how we do it yeah I started this sh*t Yes I started this sh*t like F**k that rap sh*t this that trap sh*t Bobby This world is my contraption Bobby
I was born and raised in the trap son Bobby Talk sh*t get kidnapped son Bobby I don't really know why I rap son aye Money in the bank yeah I got some aye Couple sports cars yeah I bought some aye Logic never flex Bobby get it done aye Yeah y'all don't really know where I come from come now Talkin' that sh*t I'ma come for 'em what's good Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want I get it somehow
You you you
You you you you you you
You you you
You you you you you you
You you you you you you
You you you
You you you you you you
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I was born and raised in the trap son Bobby Talk sh*t get kidnapped son Bobby I don't really know why I rap son aye Money in the bank yeah I got some aye Couple sports cars yeah I bought some aye Logic never flex Bobby get it done aye Yeah y'all don'
