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logic - warm it up كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
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

[verse 1]
this that young sinatra sh-t, yeah this that young sinatra sh-t
shut the f-ck up and listen whenever your sinatra spit
yeah your girl as fine as h-ll but she a young sinatra chick
hey bobby how can you tell? she on a young sinatra d-ck
all these rappers wack as f-ck, make the young sinatra sick
rattpack be the squad, that’s that young sinatra clique
god d-mn, said this the young sinatra clique, god d-mn
listen, yeah, i’m visualizing the realism in my life and actuality
stuck to me fatality yeah this sh-t is my galaxy
i am who the baddest be
i’d rather be at academy
k!llers, i’m be glad to be me
magnify the sh-t like bifocal
motherf-ckers talk on the internet but in person they never vocal
come to the hood and f-ck you up if you prefer to be local
i’m local, from noho, to soho, getting g’s like i’m frodo, you know hoe, i’m–
blessed like sunday, flyer than a runway
little bobby never second guess that he goin’ make it one day
one wake, or another my brother word to your mother
they should give me a badge cuz i’m always under-covers
god d-mn i’m a miraculous man
you know i get, i get it, i get it, i get it
they turn out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
i could murder your whole alb-m with a 30 second snippet
p-ss the mary jane like i’m running a train with peter parker
until i have more s-x in the city than jessica parker
the deeper and deeper i go it get darker
they say the want the old me, the want the young sinatra back
the one that murder it, rip it up, never gonna give it up around an almanac
yeah i’m all of that, fall back, like september again
basking these rappers so hard that they won’t remember again
when it comes to hip-hop, b-tch i’m indigenous to this
this apparent, i’m barring down like a parent
when the beef is at steak, i’m astros
my god level lyricism surp-ss flows
i’m much more than fast flows
money talk, cash, hoes
greatest of levels, i’ve past those

[chorus]
f-ck 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! yeah (aye!)
y’all don’t really know where i come from (come now)
talking 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

[verse 2]
f-ck that trap sh-t, this that rap sh-t, give me the hand like john the baptist
ready to rip it, i [?] in the captives, greatest alive like i’m c-ssius
i put ’em all in they caskets, they can’t see me get past it
i’m a b-st-rd that mastered the flow and none of y’all ready for this m-ssacre though
f-ck what logic had absent though
matter of fact it’s not impossible but highly improbable
like saying the police isn’t robbable
but i’m liable to walk up into a station in blue face
like “f-ck the police!”, blue lives ain’t a race
f-ck whoever said this rap sh-t was never a race
this sh-t a marathon
murder you motherf-ckers and carry on
claiming that you really ’bout ya 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

- logic

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