Warmin' up Songtext
von EsDeeKid

Ay, ay, EsDee

Fuck a last round, lad, I′m warmin' up (lad, I′m warmin' up)
He said he's packin′ heat, but it′s not warm enough (not warm enough)
I know you're chattin′ shit, lad, I can call your bluff (I call your bluff)
Fuck a little divvy, needs a smack for tryna talk it tough (talk it tough)

Ho-ho-hold me fuckin' shades, lad, I′m gettin' rowdy (rowdy)
Get you in an arm bar, no Ronda Rousey (Rousey)
People hate the way I talk, but I do it proudly (proudly)
Hangin′ out the beamer, screamin', thought I was a fuckin' Saudi (Saudi)

EsDee, I′m the best in the fuckin′ region
Lad, I'm iced out, neck always fuckin′ freezin' (freezin′)
Mask on, bally up, every fuckin' season (season)
The only blade that I like comes from fuckin′ Sweden (Sweden)

Bad bitch, tryna fuck her, tell her, "Fuckin' swerve it" (swerve it)
20 sack up on me lap, I'm gonna fucking burn it (burn it)
Never talk about the dough that you′re fuckin′ earnin' (earnin′)
Fake love swarms quick, get to fuckin' learnin′ (learnin')


Fu-fu-fuck a last round, lad, I′m warmin' up (I'm warmin′ up)
He said he′s packin' heat, but it′s not warm enough (not warm enough)
I know you're chattin′ shit, lad, I can call your bluff (call your bluff)
Fuck a little divvy, needs a smack for tryna talk it tough (talk it tough)

I'm nocturnal, I′m awake, I didn't sleep today (didn't sleep today)
The bizzies tried to get the kid, but then I sneaked away (I sneaked away)
This that real hard shit, I′m rockin′ Déprimés (rockin' Déprimés)
If you know me, then I′m gonna go the cheaper way (go the cheaper way)

Dark night, and I'm out, you better get to runnin′ (get to runnin')
I′ve got the Sprite and I mix it with the Robitussin (Robitussin)
Scouse girl hit me line, said I'm fuckin' stunnin′ (fuckin′ stunnin')
I know she′s toxic, but I told her that I fuckin' love it (fuckin′ love it)

I'm in the back, I′m with the lads, I'm smokin' propane (propane)
Me pockets full of charlie, I′m addicted to the cocaine (the cocaine)
Loud and I′m proud to tell ya now, lad, I've got no shame (got no shame)
The feds are at me door, and I′ll be always chattin' no names

Fuck a last round, lad, I′m warmin' up (lad, I′m warmin' up)
He said he's packin′ heat, but it′s not warm enough (not warm enough)
I know you're chattin′ shit, lad, I can call your bluff (I call your bluff)
Fuck a little divvy, needs a smack for tryna talk it tough