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Warm It Up Lyrics By Logic Featuring Young Sinatra

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    logic as young sinatra
    it’s that young sinatra shit yeah that’s that young sinatra shit
    shut the fuck 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 fuck make the young sinatra sick
    rattpack be the squad that’s that young sinatra clique
    goddamn said this the young sinatra clique goddamn
    listen yeahim visualizing the realism of life in actuality
    step to me fatality yeah this shit 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 shit like bifocal
    motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never vocal
    come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
    i’m loco from noho to soho
    gettin’ cheese like a photo you know ho
    i’m blessed like sunday flyer than a runway
    lil’ bobby never secondguessed that he gon’ make it one day
    oneway or another my brother word to your mother
    they should give me a badge ’cause i’m always under covers
    goddamn 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 0second 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 ’round the almanac
    yeah i’m all of that fall back like september again
    bashin’ these rappers so hard they won’t remember again
    when it comes to hiphop bitch 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 godlevel lyricism surpass flows i’m much more than fast flows
    money talk cash knows greatest of levelsi’ve passed those

    logic as bobby tarantino
    fuck that rap shit this that trap shit bobby
    this world is my contraption bobby
    i was born and raised in the trap son bobby
    talk shit get kidnapped son bobby
    i don’t really know why i rap son ay
    money in the bank yeah i got some ay
    couple sports cars yeah i bought some ay
    logic never flex bobby get it done ay
    yeah y’all don’t really know where i come from come now
    talkin’ that shit 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

    logic as young sinatra
    fuck that trap shit this that rap shit
    give me the head 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 seem to get past it
    i’m a bastard that mastered the flow
    and none of y’all ready for the massacre though
    fuck 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 blueface
    like fuck the policeblue lives ain’t a race
    fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
    this shit a marathon
    murder you motherfuckers and carry on
    claimin’ that you really ’bout this shit
    you got your jim carrey on
    liar liar i might crucify ya
    number one till i die will never retire
    i am the messiah i am the god of this shit
    this is how we do ityeah i started this shit
    yes i started this shit like

    logic as bobby tarantino
    fuck that rap shit this that trap shit bobby
    this world is my contraption bobby
    i was born and raised in the trap son bobby
    talk shit get kidnapped son bobby
    i don’t really know why i rap son ay
    money in the bank yeah i got some ay
    couple sports cars yeah i bought some ay
    logic never flex bobby get it done ay
    yeah y’all don’t really know where i come from come now
    talkin’ that shit 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

    youyou you
    youyou you you you you
    you youyou
    youyou you you you you
    youyou you you you you
    you youyou
    youyou you you you you

    Artist: Logic Featuring Young Sinatra

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 471