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Warmup.Wav Video (MV)




Performed By: Bane
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Michael Lomax




Bane - Warmup.Wav Lyrics




Aye
Started wit a ski mask
And a dream
Shot him while he speakin
Martin Luther King
I got 2 bitches wit me
Venus & Serena
I ain't tryna do no feature 'less your money lookin decent
By the way I'm done wit beefin
If you pull up you ain't leavin
See my shot and then I take it
You would think I'm wit the lakers
By the way this gun was shakin you would think the earth was quaking
You a son of god nigga ima give yo ass a halo

If the pigs come around us we gon hideout
If he run up think it's sweet then he gon find out
I need a 40 cal to rip that nigga spine out
And shoot his f*ckin brain out like "what his mind bout?"
I need a blunt full of pack to keep me comfy
I be dubbin all these bitches but they want me
I'm connected I got plugs in different countries

Niggas hit my line like "Bane yo can you front me?"

HELL NAH

And I stay with Zack
You ain't gettin saved by bells now
You gon duck and hide cuz you know these f*ckin shells hot
You not running shit
Shit ain't tippin on yo scale boa
Ima scary nigga send a bullet to your mailbox
Had to change the pace
I'm still angry cant you tell tho?
Sacrifice a nigga to the essence like "oh well" though
See me and forget me bitch I'm stuck inside a hell hole
Dress up nice and f*ck and stomp a nigga out in shell toes

I'm back
And I'm pissed niggas keep on testing me and I am not a bitch
See me everywhere I hope that niggas have a fit
Grab that nigga favorite girl and turn her to a lick
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Aye
Started wit a ski mask
And a dream
Shot him while he speakin
Martin Luther King
I got 2 bitches wit me
Venus & Serena
I ain't tryna do no feature 'less your money lookin decent
By the way I'm done wit beefin
If you pull up you ain't leavin
See my shot and then I take it
You would think I'm wit the lakers
By the way this gun was shakin you would think the earth was quaking
You a son of god nigga ima give yo ass a halo

If the pigs come around us we gon hideout
If he run up think it's sweet then he gon find out
I need a 40 cal to rip that nigga spine out
And shoot his f*ckin brain out like "what his mind bout?"
I need a blunt full of pack to keep me comfy
I be dubbin all these bitches but they want me
I'm connected I got plugs in different countries

Niggas hit my line like "Bane yo can you front me?"

HELL NAH

And I stay with Zack
You ain't gettin saved by bells now
You gon duck and hide cuz you know these f*ckin shells hot
You not running shit
Shit ain't tippin on yo scale boa
Ima scary nigga send a bullet to your mailbox
Had to change the pace
I'm still angry cant you tell tho?
Sacrifice a nigga to the essence like "oh well" though
See me and forget me bitch I'm stuck inside a hell hole
Dress up nice and f*ck and stomp a nigga out in shell toes

I'm back
And I'm pissed niggas keep on testing me and I am not a bitch
See me everywhere I hope that niggas have a fit
Grab that nigga favorite girl and turn her to a lick
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Writer: Michael Lomax
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