Warm It Up (Explicit) - Logic/Young Sinatra

Lyrics by：ROBERT HALL/Arjun Ivatury/Terry Kevontay Watson/Anthony Cruz/Nasir Jones/Oliver Scott/Ronnie James Wilson

Composed by：ROBERT HALL/Arjun Ivatury/Terry Kevontay Watson/Anthony Cruz/Nasir Jones/Oliver Scott/Ronnie James Wilson

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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

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