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letra de burn up//war! - grizzy grae

[intro]
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
war
yuh

[verse 1]
coming in hot
no f-cks like a panda
if you wan block
get shot like a panzer
n-ggas get clocked in the mosh like a dancer
when my sh-t drop on the bop, better stand up
beta ot she be knacking like a lamba
when she call my phone, on the road never answer
put on my sh-t get lit like a ganja
we don’t want beef, no smoke, no cancer (b-tch)
woah
stack that cash that’s facts
woah
no love i want cash
woah
no f-cks b-tch want racks
my heart darker than black (d-mn)
cynical mother f-ckers in a cubicle
typical situation it is critical
lyrical n-ggas, b-tch i am the pinnacle
you living spiritual i’m metaphysical woah (godd-mn)
burn up!
burn up!
b-tch you g-ssed out from a warm up
f-ck that sh-t mehn turn up (turn up)
f-ck that sh-t mehn ay (turn up)
off-limits too fly my crew
eagle vision, can’t hide my view
turn a l to m and n o p q
i ain’t never going broke like these fools

[chorus]
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up (burn up)
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up (burn up)
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up! (burn up)
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up (burn up)
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up (burn up)
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up!

[verse 2]
internet beef
yea i’ll p-ss
don’t at me if it don’t add to racks
working so my money get squared like math
don’t spend that cash
put it back
put it back
f-ck with your b-tch then it’s back to the racks
ex on the phone take her back to the past
f-ck with your own
stay in your zone
when stupid n-ggas talk
don’t ask for the facts
common n-gga but they paying me royalties
greatest weapon i acquired was loyalty
local n-gga but they feeling me globally
get the bag and then i f-ck it up royaly
i was grinding tell me where you was at
you was flexing when your pockets was fat
now you buzzing, hope i open the chat
i’m doing numbers you can go do the math
woah
test me put you on blast
on god
everybody know you don cast
on god
up late we don’t do naps
on god
n-ggas stay g-ssed to the max
on god
i really f-ck with these n-ggas for fun
i’m with a rocket and you with a gun
ain’t no suppose i already won
n-gga you flying to close to the sun

[chorus]
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up!
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up
turn up
turn up
we about to burn up!

- grizzy grae

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