笨小笨Burning Up (Clean)歌词由Nardo Wick&The Kid LAROI演唱，出自专辑《Who is Nardo Wick?? (Deluxe)》，下面是《Burning Up (Clean)》完整版歌词！
Burning Up (Clean)歌词完整版
Burning Up - Nardo Wick/The Kid LAROI
Lyrics by：Horace Walls/Tyler David Maline/Raymond Reichenbach/Luis J. Díaz/Aaron Raj Tanarasoo/Charlton Howard
Composed by：Horace Walls/Tyler David Maline/Raymond Reichenbach/Luis J. Díaz/Aaron Raj Tanarasoo/Charlton Howard
D**n
Trademark
Caught a million dollar vacation
Vacation
B***h
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 s**t
Yeah
Brand new Porsche
911
Red velvet inside my whip
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
B***h I'm burning 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
Give it up
This a robbery
I want my style back
We don't do the woofin'
Go find someone else to howl at
Big chains
Swinging on my neck like a ball back
If he try to touch it
Put a hole in his ballcap
Grape guts
I put purple seats in my trackhawk
Ho
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 stream
She don't want relations
She say she just wanna sext me
Never call my phone
If you need me
Better text me
Caught a million dollar vacation
Vacation
B***h
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 s**t
Yeah
Brand new Porsche
911
Red velvet inside my whip
Let's go
I swear everybody want something from me
Somethin' from me
And if you see me at the club
I got a couple hundred to be there
Ain't no questions about it
Lotta checks in my balance
Ain't no dancing around it
That lil' h*e a eater
Reminiscing on my math teachers sayin' 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 everyday so I light me a wood and face it
Face it
Face it
Face it
