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Yea, warm up! La-la-la-laaaa La lala la lalaaaa Ay yea Fayettenam Now I am, Hey, and they ask and they ask And they ask and I tell 'em, It's the Fayettenam Hey, and yo glasses and yo glasses And yo glasses to the sky and Yea Warm Up, This is the last call for alcohol This is the Warm Up! Warm up! Yea, look Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit Which if I must say so myself that was a classic I never been the type to ride my own coat tail But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotel I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up! If you ain't peep the trend by now, with each rap I go up Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest? So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone Letras de cancionesWonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time Gettin' better but wasn't getting younger And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio Nigga now I am Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask And they ask and I tell 'em, Mr. Fayettenam Wave yo glasses and yo glasses And yo glasses to the sky and Ay I'm Warmed Up my nigga, Hey, this is the last call for alcohol This is the Warm Up! Yeah! So get yo back up off the wall Yea, Now may I never slip up or let my grip up I know my girl be prayin' Lord just keep his pants zipped up! Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it's stiff up, At least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick up Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up, We fly past they look up, they don't last we give up They don't blast we clip up, then empty And indeed we hit the target yes These niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback My office is forreal ay fuck sack, Niggas getting coffin in the Ville way too often and it feels wrong New York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songs I guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shit Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats A slim nigga making bold statements Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up, my nigga I'm like, true that yea, In NY but smile everytime I flew back there That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there I go home, been so long they saying, you back here? Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here Don't do that! Yo who that? He rep the Ville when he spit it Told you he be back with a record deal and he did it Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me I got a whole fuckig city that's just sitting on me But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that Will I drop? I think not, I get up while they stop Like a sleeve on tank tops, they ain't give it all they got So they flop, so hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot Now I'm starting and they not, let me show you how to stay hot I play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog The same nigga who used to chill in the mall While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map Now I am Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask And they ask and I tell 'em, It's the Fayettenam Wave yo glasses and yo glasses And yo glasses to the sky and Hey yeah, this is the last call for alcohol This is the fuckin' Warm Up! Yeah, get yo ass up off the wall [Talking] From Letras Mania