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Lancey Foux - Fire Alarm şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Lancey Foux

albüm: Fire Alarm


(This a motherfuckin' gift from Potent)
Chyeah
I can't be caught in the middle (whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (whew)
I just came back from the back of the back
Then I hopped in the thing with the two wings attached
She just been sendin' me mad attachments
Ever since I ain't been callin' her back
Nigga's been goin' out mad, sad
You're playin' yourself with like two different pads
I just be kickin' that grandad swag, I walk with the stick in my hand
You're lookin' for me, I'll be outside
I'm with my boys and they're on homicide
Left that lil' bitch with her mouth wide
Cut that bitch loose so there's no strings attached
Me and LF in immaculate fashion
I look 'round the room and there's no one to match
My diamonds, they fight for attention, I rub on my chest
'Til it drips and there's 'nuff on the tap
Hop in the coupe and I breeze - police still on a hot pursuit for me
And I stand solid, you'll see when we meet
You niggas stood there like you need to pee
Don't call my phone and don't check for me
It's fuck you niggas directly
Pressure makes diamonds, I glow, I gleam
Ready for war, mujahideen (chyeah)
I can't be caught in the middle (whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (whew)
I been a boss, when it come down to these pieces
Woke up and I don't care 'bout us
I spent a lot, when it come down to her pussy
I'm easy, she's gon' break me off
Me and LF goin' back to back, Mourinho swag
Tell them boys pack their bags
I levelled up, this my new habitat
I step in Dior with my town on my back
It's the swagger attack, no, we ain't gettin' no sleep
You baby boys still takin' naps
No, I ain't givin' no daps, my new bitch, she's rockin' Celine
And no, they don't ever do that, they don't ever do that
We rockin' that new SO piece, the streets like it was Puma
African gene, just like Kurt Zouma
Them niggas fell off like Lex Luger
I can't be caught in the middle (whew)
It's up, I'm King of the Hill
Sex, Money, Murder for dinner (chyeah)
It's up, I'm makin' a mill'
Homicide, step in the buildin'
I'm obviously making a killin'
ADHD on the, pow, no chill
Fire Alarm, it's a drill, for real (whew)

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