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Artiste : The Kid Laroi
Titre : Burning Up
(Damn, Trademark)

[The Kid LAROI]
Quarter million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, 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 shit (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Nardo Wick]
Bitch I´m burnin´ 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 her bottom wasn´t big enough
I got lots of choppers for the oppers, 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 bat
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 sext me
Never call my phone, if you need me, better text me

[The Kid LAROI]
Quarter million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it´s amazing
Under California sun, on the beach getting 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 shit (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

[The Kid LAROI]
I swear everybody want sometin´ from me
And if you see me at the club, I got a couple hundred, so be there

Ain´t no questions about it
Lot of checks in my balance
Ain´t no dancin´ around it, that lil´ ho a eater
Reminiscing on my math teacher, said I wouldn´t make it
Now I´m makin´ in a day what her salary was payin´
I bet that she feel crazy now
Paranoia every day so I light me a wood and face it