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letra de no warm up - acedaman

verse 1:

okay, wake up early everyday, mind of a hustla i gotta get paid
i sip on caffeine,my n-ggas sip codeine
i’m working overtime, i do for it for the whole team
i’ll supply the bangers, you don’t even owe me
all of my b-tches, introduced em to the homies
f-ck a fake friend, you don’t even know me
we might’ve went to high school but n-gga that’s the old me
f-ckin bad b-tches, i don’t gotta date em
poppin all them bottles, don’t worry i done paid em
buyin by the ounces, you know we gettin faded
remember overrated love, now is terminated
too many trust issues, my main b-tch hate it
this time next year, parri for my vacay
don’t bring that fake sh-t i see it like an x-ray
you only live once, consequences for the next day

hook:
wake up with a cray so i roll up
imma go in with no warm up
b-tch i’m so lit supernova
all my n-ggas down to get poured up

verse2:

rollin up the swisha, k!lled it cuz we chieffin
don’t know how to swim but i dive into her deep end
you’re my side b-tch, i can’t see you on the weekends
all my n-ggas gettin money you know that we eating
poppin champagne, that don’t mean we celebrating
she f-ck me like she single, i know that p-ssy taken
lifted off that gas when i need some inspiration
out here with my boys we ain’t armed but we dangerous
make that booty clap pop that p-ssy for a paycheck
once you have a bad b-tch , can’t go back to a basic
let me pop this bottle spray it all up in the air and sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck young n-gga actin arrogant
high up off that medicine, i don’t need a therapist
living out my life you would think i had a bucket list
f-ck the bullsh-t i’m on that young wild and wreck less sh-t
all about the moolah, a m-th-f-cka coming out the rip

hook (repeated)

verse 3:

feeling like an allstar, living life like i’m driving in a fast car
got the b-tches with me drinking and we going hard
you know that i’m smoking strong on the boulevard
mothaf-ckas, always chasing money but i’m always down to party
blowing too much gas like i’m riding in a rarri
i don’t got a type but i love a ghetto barbie
she ain’t got a heart but i love her f-ckin body
i don’t need a warm up, b-tch i’m getting poured up
pool full of liquor so you know that i’m a snorkel
i don’t smoke no reggie, got my blunts full of purple
don’t got many friends, i f-ck with a small circle
f-ck a n-gga talkin, b-tch i’m goin all in
imma live it up til i’m in a f-ckin coffin
roll another blunt, baby keep that p-ssy poppin
a young migo working hard and party like i’m ballin

bridge:

maybe i smoke too much, maybe i drink too much
baby don’t judge, give it up
lemme give you some of this adrenaline rush
blowing out money, while i’m blowing out kush
imma have a good night by the way it looks
got my boys with me i don’t f-ck wit no crooks
hustle everyday, i dont believe in luck
gotta think smart if you tryin to make a buck

maybe i smoke to much, maybe i drink too much (x3)

- acedaman

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