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D.S.O.M - Sirens (feat. Gus) Lyrics



D.S.O.M - Sirens (feat. Gus) Lyrics
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Uh, I'm not one to be played with
If you come for me, get played with
I own these rhymes, I'm a wordsmith
With the quality in these verses
All that talk, man that shit's hilarious
Careful man, this shit is precarious
When I walk in the room, everybody look like there he is
There he is, and there his bitch
We gotchu lookin' embarassin'
No more time for that bullshit
It's the holidays and she look sick
Her parents think she a good kid
You step her, get killed quick
All you know you can't f*ck with me
Your baby mama in love with me
And I'm only like eighteen
I'm a youngin with these big dreams
I do this shit with a small team
I'm killin all these f*ckin' beats
Tell that label come and sign me
Signing checks, Nike ID
Just chilling like IVs
If you wanna try, come and try me, uh
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
Robert Horry I'm balling
Robert Horry I'm balling
I hear the sirens calling
I get the checks, I'm all in
I get the checks, I'm all in
Making the moves, not fallin'
Joker like Heath Ledger
Body paint with the leather
Knock you out, Mayweather
Rap game pencil clever
We the villains whatsoever
LSD find endeavors
THC makes me clever
DMT my brain is severed
This verse is just the lesson for the service and the question
And I'm purposely addressing
While you searching for direction
And I'm ripping and runnin' and grippin' on the tech
And one of these f*ckin' labels gonna give me your check
If you givin' me bullshit, I'm getting you wrecked
If I did it, then I done it, so give me some respect
Ben Wallace with the 'fro
Sheed Wallace with the tech
If you never heard of Gus, well, bitch you know what's next
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
Robert Horry I'm balling
Robert Horry I'm balling
I hear the sirens calling
I get the checks, I'm all in
I get the checks, I'm all in
Making the moves, not fallin'
Nice
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Uh, I'm not one to be played with
If you come for me, get played with
I own these rhymes, I'm a wordsmith
With the quality in these verses
All that talk, man that shit's hilarious
Careful man, this shit is precarious
When I walk in the room, everybody look like there he is
There he is, and there his bitch
We gotchu lookin' embarassin'
No more time for that bullshit
It's the holidays and she look sick
Her parents think she a good kid
You step her, get killed quick
All you know you can't f*ck with me
Your baby mama in love with me
And I'm only like eighteen
I'm a youngin with these big dreams
I do this shit with a small team
I'm killin all these f*ckin' beats
Tell that label come and sign me
Signing checks, Nike ID
Just chilling like IVs
If you wanna try, come and try me, uh
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
Robert Horry I'm balling
Robert Horry I'm balling
I hear the sirens calling
I get the checks, I'm all in
I get the checks, I'm all in
Making the moves, not fallin'
Joker like Heath Ledger
Body paint with the leather
Knock you out, Mayweather
Rap game pencil clever
We the villains whatsoever
LSD find endeavors
THC makes me clever
DMT my brain is severed
This verse is just the lesson for the service and the question
And I'm purposely addressing
While you searching for direction
And I'm ripping and runnin' and grippin' on the tech
And one of these f*ckin' labels gonna give me your check
If you givin' me bullshit, I'm getting you wrecked
If I did it, then I done it, so give me some respect
Ben Wallace with the 'fro
Sheed Wallace with the tech
If you never heard of Gus, well, bitch you know what's next
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
I hear the sirens calling
Robert Horry I'm balling
Robert Horry I'm balling
I hear the sirens calling
I get the checks, I'm all in
I get the checks, I'm all in
Making the moves, not fallin'
Nice
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Writer: D.S.O.M, Gus, Dublin Mind, Milad Vedaie, Ulas Cini
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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