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just a warm up - g.b.o. lyrics

[verse 1]

(haha)
welcome to the dungeon
where the bars so raw if you catch ‘em then you might catch somethin’
like feelin’s, your arms so soft cause of all of them weak bars you’ve written
your trippin’, if u think you gon’ take me out like i’m one of your b-tches
it’s nothin’, the way i’m gon’ lay you out man it really ain’t nothin’
i’ve risen, the beast is on a mission, every weak new compet-tion
cause the weak get boxed in, chief keef up in prison
diseased, i’m a k!ll ‘em, good grief i’m a villain
see you shaking like a leaf, guess the seasons beginnin’
where you all fall, kinda predicable
not for you dumb f-cks
you not sick at all, you more like glycerol
you sweetening the game, f-ck all you c-mquats

[chorus 1]

so c’mon put your put your hands up high
(high, high, high)
if you feel me put your hands up high
(high, high, high)
i said bounce with your hands up high
(high, high, high)
so c’mon put your hands up high
like there’s a gun in your eye

[verse 2]

it’s funny, these chumps all feeling lucky, unlucky i’m feeling gully
these bars be straight off the skully, my skull be straight off the ugly
i m-ssacre when i’m hungry, i’m 2nd cause god above me
so dummy quit tryna son me
to some you may be the son of the one but see to the one me
you got lips under your tummy
f-cking p-ssy
you tryna son me and now it’s no longer sunny
what you tryna do? you tryna push me?
till i lash out, you be saying my name till you tap out
i’m playing the game till i cash out
but keep it one hundred till i’m maxed out, and i p-ss out
cause nothing gone stop me, till the reaper got me, under 6 feet they drop me
to the top at a top speed, so fast lightning couldn’t shock me
but this the prequel to all that i bring, it may mislead you i’m really more lethal
you think you equal and tryna claim king? we don’t believe you, you need more people

[chorus 2]

[bridge]

gbo on my king midus sh-t
you thought you could count me out?
you dumb f-cks i see why you couldn’t go the accounting route
rappers with no math sk!lls
i’m calculative, my math sk!lls are mad ill
so pop a bottle drown your sorrows
cause you chances looking slimmer than a runway model

[outro]

haha
woooo
oh man, im sorry to say, but if you ain’t of miagi 2014
you ain’t gona survive in these streets n-gga
you ain’t gona survive with them weak -ss beats n-gga
i’m doin’ a 50, im talking the last 32 bars or somethin’
yo ar let that sh-t run
what up crew tef, what up dora
homie, you done released a beast n-gga
its just a warm up my n-ggas,just a warm up

- g b o lyrics

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