《Warm It Up》是Logic、Young Sinatra演唱的歌曲，由ROBERT HALL、Arjun Ivatury、Terry Kevontay Watson、Anthony Cruz、Nasir Jones、Oliver Scott、Ronnie James Wilson作詞作曲，收錄於專輯《Bobby Tarantino II》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Warm It Up
- 所屬專輯：Bobby Tarantino II
- 歌曲原唱：Logic、Young Sinatra
- 填詞：ROBERT HALL、Arjun Ivatury、Terry Kevontay Watson、Anthony Cruz、Nasir Jones、Oliver Scott、Ronnie James Wilson
- 譜曲：ROBERT HALL、Arjun Ivatury、Terry Kevontay Watson、Anthony Cruz、Nasir Jones、Oliver Scott、Ronnie James Wilson
- 發行日期：2018年3月9日
歌曲歌詞
Produced by：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 s**t yeah this that Young Sinatra s**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 d**k
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 s**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 s**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 h*e
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 s*x 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***h 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 h*es greatest of levels I've passed those
F**k that rap s**t this that trap s**t Bobby
This world is my contraption Bobby
I was born and raised in the trap son Bobby
Talk s**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 s**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 s**t this that rap s**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 s**t was never a race
This s**t a marathon
Murder you motherf**kers and carry on
Claimin' that you really 'bout this s**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 s**t
This is how we do it yeah I started this s**t
Yes I started this s**t like
F**k that rap s**t this that trap s**t Bobby
This world is my contraption Bobby
I was born and raised in the trap son Bobby
Talk s**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 s**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
