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nardo wick - burning up (original) lyrics

[intro]
d+mn, trademark

[chorus: the kid laroi]
caught a million+dollar vacation (vacation)
b+tch, this is a money conversation (oh yeah)
look at where i come from, it’s amazing
under california sun, on the beach gettin’ faded
doubled up my cup and it’s a whole lot of dirty (yeah)
where i’m from, i’m the first on forbes under thirty (oh yeah)
they ain’t ever seen that sh+t (yeah)
brand new porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (ah, ah, ah, ah)
[verse 1: nardo wick]
b+tch i’m burning up, call a firetruck, they say i’m heatin’ up
suitcase for my racks, they say that duffle wasn’t big enough
sent her to the doctor ’cause hеr bottom wasn’t big enough
i got lots of choppers for the oppеrs, we gon’ hit ’em up (grraow, grraow, grraow)
give it up, this a robbery, i want my style back
we don’t do the woofin’, go find someone else to howl at (grraow, grraow, grraow)
big chains, swinging on my neck like a ball back
if he try to touch it, put a hole in his ballcap (baow, baow)
grape guts, i put purple seats in my trackhawk
don’t get mad at me, she told me, “hit her,” that ain’t my fault
general, never taking orders, i’m a big boss
if i tell ’em go, they gon’ spiral like a football
bloop+bloop, nardo came through drippin’ like a wet treat
she don’t want relations, she say she just wanna s+xt me
never call my phone, if you need me, better text me

- nardo wick lyrics

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