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sirens - delinquentblackkids 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!]

- delinquentblackkids lyrics

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