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delinquentblackkids - sirens lyrics

[intro]
kai, what the f+ck?

[chorus: 884phxbia]
smacked the hoe, cause that b+tch wouldn’t be quiet (yeah)
stick on the side i might hit like a pirate (lil’ b+tch)
ya+y’all n+ggas p+ssy i know that you hidin’ [(?)]
b+tch, i’m underwater hit that b+tch with a trident (oh yeah)
got that water+water like a mof+ckin’ hydrant (d+mn)
don’t make a sound p+ssy n+gga be silent
slap the f+ck out a n+gga, cause that n+gga smilin’ (okay?)
and we know that you work with the cops, i hear mof+ckin’ sirens

[verse 1: 884phxbia]
yachty+yachty is for shoot’ at the crowd (d+mn)
boy you copying, just look how you sound
yeah that sh+t is obvious, y’all n+ggas is clowns (oh yeah)
you wouldn’t tie me, b+tch get up on the ground
aye man i feel like skyte get your hoe back (yeah)
he+hе+he can get stick, man a hoe finna blow back (yеah)
hold that, p+ssy ass n+gga you ain’t know that (uhh)
sad ass n+gga, yet a n+gga needs a [?]

[verse 2: 884phxbia]
i+i+i’m not a rapper, you f+ck n+ggas blabberin’, jabberin’ (yeah, yeah)
pistol gon’ hit, not it’s scatterin’, spatterin’ (yeah)
look in the mirror, i might shatter it (yeah, yeah)
bullets gon’ hit the b+tch, f+ck is anatomy (yeah)
and i’m smacking that b+tch, because i don’t give a f+ck (yeah)
in the back of that b+tch, yeah we ridin’ a truck
they whacking that b+tch with that mof+ckin’ trunk (oh yeah)
yeah you laughing lil’ b+tch, but you know you a bum
[verse 3: skyte]
i+i+i’m that n+gga take a b+tch, till’ you get that
i can get a shooter with a stick, n+gga cl!ck+clack
and you know i’m walking with the drip, i can mismatch
get back, fill my n+gga, pull up on his sh+t, back
n+gga said he goin’ [?] shot with his stick gang
a+a+all you n+ggas broke, no guap, need to fix that
creepin’ at yo whole d+mn spot with a big mac
if a n+gga grip that, [?] i’mma hit that

[bridge: skyte]
hit my shot i hit my target
shoutout to edit 40, boy is r+t+rded
f+f+f+ck a nut up on her carpet
he talkin’ sh+t, i finish what he started
hop in the whip i’m shooting sh+t regardless
we drove by his crib we didn’t even park it
i’m in the crib we smoking up the gassy
i smoke out the pound, it smell like someone farted

[verse 4: skyte]
uh, yeah
hey n+gga, pipe down the muhf+ckin’ gravedigger
talking money i be stackin’ like 8 figures
k!ll a n+gga and his mother with the same trigger
heard he was a lame n+gga
then my choppa racin’, cause they told me that they hate n+ggas
oven not working, glock gotta bake n+ggas
walkin’ on line, better say it to my face n+gga
better not [?], dbk, we ain’t playin’ n+gga
[chorus: 884phxbia]
smacked the hoe, cause that b+tch wouldn’t be quiet (yeah)
stick on the side i might hit like a pirate (lil’ b+tch)
ya+y’all n+ggas p+ssy i know that you hidin’ [(?)]
b+tch, i’m underwater hit that b+tch with a trident (oh yeah)
got that water+water like a mof+ckin’ hydrant (d+mn)
don’t make a sound p+ssy n+gga be silent
slap the f+ck out a n+gga, cause that n+gga smilin’ (okay?)
and we know that you work with the cops, i hear mof+ckin’ sirens

[verse 5: 13!]
hold up wait n+gga give me a second, y’all got me upset
choppa beat on his body like it’s a drumset
[?] needed a backup, call the [?]
get [?]
you ain’t better than me, n+gga in the [?]
you can maybe be, but you can never copy this
i know her name, but she was the anonymous
she finna give me that time on the sloppy sh+t

[verse 6: 13!]

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