Burning Up Lyrics – Nardo Wick | The Kid Laroi

Burning Up Lyrics

Burning Up Lyrics is latest English song sung by Nardo Wick and The Kid Laroi, this beautiful song music is given by Trademark, Looisey, Wheretfisray and ProByCloud while lyrics are penned by The Kid Laroi, Nardo Wick, Trademark, Looisey, Wheretfisray and ProByCloud.

Burning Up Song Details

SongBurning Up
SingerNardo Wick, The Kid Laroi
MusicTrademark, Looisey, Wheretfisray, ProByCloud
LyricsThe Kid Laroi, Nardo Wick, Trademark, Looisey, Wheretfisray, ProByCloud
LabelFlawless Entertainment, RCA Records

Burning Up Lyrics

Damn, trademark!

Quarter 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 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 sh!T (yeah!)
Brand new porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

B!Tch I’m burning up, call a firetruck
They say I’m heating 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 gone hit them up (grraow, grraow, grraow)
Give it up, this a robbery, I want my style back
We don’t do the woofing
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 them go, they gone spiral like a football
Bloop-bloop, nardo came through
Dripping 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

Quarter 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 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 sh!T (yeah!)
Brand new porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

B!Tch I’m burning up, call a firetruck
They say I’m heating up
B!Tch I’m burning up, call a firetruck
They say I’m heating up
B!Tch I’m burning up, call a firetruck
They say I’m heating up
B!Tch I’m burning up, call a firetruck
They say I’m heating up

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