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Sirens
98
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Sirens został wydany 4 maja 2010 przez Big Lights Entertainment jako część albumu Lights Camera Action
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Data wydania4 maja 2010
WytwórniaBig Lights Entertainment
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM78

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ransom
Ransom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zurk
Zurk
Composer

Tekst Utworu

Diddy, what up?
Mills, what up?
Uh huh
Zurk, what up?
Lemme get up, go in on these nerds real quick
Wulf famous, Big Mike
What my fucking name really, man?
A couple things that we should get clear
I'm in some fresh gear you won't see the next year
A grip on her wrist, a hundred on her neck, yeah
Trap star, stuck up in the trap like a dead bear
Heck yeah, I'm the **** that you best fear
Let the TEC flare, leave your stomach and your chest smeared
On the concrete, let's get it on, geek
If you rap, fuck it, get your stomach and your song leaked
I'm the **** that your moms used to warn you 'bout
Know she told you "never go outside when them boys is out"
I could show you what a funeral and morgue's about
Blow your organs out, then the D's come to chalk you out
Nah, and I ain't never gon' talk it out
Pull the coffins out, twin Desis I don't walk without
You in the way, and your seed I'm making often now
Old school, fuck your iPods, bring your Walkman out
I'm just fucking with you, you know the Devil's with you
I'm the type of **** that'll smoke, drink, or hustle with you
You in the house, your moms cook, I eat supper with you
You in the room with your girl, I fuck her with you
Get in line, nerd, 'cause it's my turn
Lock 'em in the bars, verse over, time served
And this is my word, I got nine furs
Hebrew money, last name should be Steinberg
Rand Rawstein, getting more cream
I got more green than your favorite sports team
Yeah, in your dreams, that's what the whore screams
Till they see the Porsche clean, looking like morphine
And they all lean, like damn, ****
I know you rap but I ain't know you was the man, ****
But after Rand rip you, you gotta scram, sister
'Cause if you stick around, you gotta let my man twist you
I'm a degenerate with a street rhetoric
Hanging with them derelicts, in and out of tenements
You ain't got no relevance, I'm on the block selling it
I bring that white girl out the closet, Ellen DeGeneres
We could talk percentages, I ain't very generous
First of the month, you worse than pussy when it hemorrhages
I'll make you remember this, I break and dismember shit
You play with your penmanship, I'm taking your membership
Yeah, there's not a **** that could touch mine
I eat you rappers like some food, ****, crunch time
I got my knife out, standing on the lunch line
Carve a **** up with every metaphor and punchline
I'ma hustle, I don't care if it's for one dime
Call me Scarface, all you gotta tell me is one thing
I get the shit buzzing, I'm the shit, cousin
He think he Superman, I'ma call him McLovin
Haha
Mills, these **** is crazy, man
Ayy man, could I ask y'all one thing?
Could you just stop saying I was shooting anything, please?
I got a case going on, please, could you just-
It don't matter, just don't say I was shooting nothing
Don't put the gun in my hand, man
Thank you
Nerds
Written by: Zurk
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