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Chris Brown - Sirens Lyrics
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Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta f*ck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I know you had a long flight
I'ma keep it player, take the bed, I'ma take the couch
You say you ahead first place, let me eat you out
Got the dope dick all the bad bitches talk about
She feel my nose ring, when I eat it, I'ma turn her out
Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers
With the pistols and the strippers and a whole lot of bitches
She gon' shift it, I'ma whip it
She off the white, I'm off the Henny
Where you get all that energy
Runnin' around through the bitty
I'm the man in my city
Know that you like consistency
You know that I'm in love, if I f*ck when your pussy bleed
Sending text to your homegirl, O M G
Know you mad, 'cause them bitches wanna f*ck me
But we gon' be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Baby, you just my be right, tonight
Got me feeling like Mike tonight
Moonwalk and then the ring with the flights
45 by my side, yeah your partner can die
No nigga hotter than I
Them bullets burn like they fire
Razor blade or a knife
Lets have a moment of silence
Ok, let's go 'cause all I'm hearing is sirens

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh
I hear 'em screamin', wooh
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night

Be careful with your wordplay, niggas be bitches, snitchin'
Tellin' them federal agents where the birds stay
Catch him, set him on fire
Light his ass up like a motherf*ckin' birthday
The way I live, you could beg to differ
You don't know the smell
Know it's hard to sell when your uncle steady smokin' dipper
Who was there to tell me right or wrong?
He was there to teach me how to flip a pot, couldn't write a song
I just did it for my city, put my family on
And I know you still rockin' with me, even when I'm wrong
I done been in trial, still had my jewelry on
Mama say that white people change when the money come
Pussy ass niggas, know you wanna build a case
Squares in your circle, yeah, you niggas outta shape
Never outta pot, you know I got it in the safe
Boy, stop, shooters hangin' off helicopters, ya

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
No heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh
I hear 'em screamin', wooh
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night

Government lyin', could give a f*ck about your education
Don't want an intelligent nigga, keepin' us intimidated
Instigatin', let us kill each other, now they celebratin'
Falling victim, takin' us back to prison, yeah, we back to slavin'
Programmed to kill my brother if he tryna kill my niggas
Molotov the corporation, f*ck the family business
How many times we gotta scream just for you to listen?
Okay, f*ck everybody who ain't ridin' with us
But we gon' be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Got me feelin' like wrong is right
Do my life got a price? Sometimes a nigga gotta roll the dice
They used to tell me as a kid, I could make a difference
They say a man never cry, leave that for the bitches
Told me hold my head high, never duck the misses
They ain't see I was a kid, only 10 when I first learned how to use a pistol

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh (I hear 'em screaming)
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night
F-f-f*cked up my whole night
F-f-f*cked up my whole night
F*cked up my whole night
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Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta f*ck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I know you had a long flight
I'ma keep it player, take the bed, I'ma take the couch
You say you ahead first place, let me eat you out
Got the dope dick all the bad bitches talk about
She feel my nose ring, when I eat it, I'ma turn her out
Already know my figures, OHB the pussy killers
With the pistols and the strippers and a whole lot of bitches
She gon' shift it, I'ma whip it
She off the white, I'm off the Henny
Where you get all that energy
Runnin' around through the bitty
I'm the man in my city
Know that you like consistency
You know that I'm in love, if I f*ck when your pussy bleed
Sending text to your homegirl, O M G
Know you mad, 'cause them bitches wanna f*ck me
But we gon' be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Baby, you just my be right, tonight
Got me feeling like Mike tonight
Moonwalk and then the ring with the flights
45 by my side, yeah your partner can die
No nigga hotter than I
Them bullets burn like they fire
Razor blade or a knife
Lets have a moment of silence
Ok, let's go 'cause all I'm hearing is sirens

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh
I hear 'em screamin', wooh
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night

Be careful with your wordplay, niggas be bitches, snitchin'
Tellin' them federal agents where the birds stay
Catch him, set him on fire
Light his ass up like a motherf*ckin' birthday
The way I live, you could beg to differ
You don't know the smell
Know it's hard to sell when your uncle steady smokin' dipper
Who was there to tell me right or wrong?
He was there to teach me how to flip a pot, couldn't write a song
I just did it for my city, put my family on
And I know you still rockin' with me, even when I'm wrong
I done been in trial, still had my jewelry on
Mama say that white people change when the money come
Pussy ass niggas, know you wanna build a case
Squares in your circle, yeah, you niggas outta shape
Never outta pot, you know I got it in the safe
Boy, stop, shooters hangin' off helicopters, ya

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
No heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh
I hear 'em screamin', wooh
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night

Government lyin', could give a f*ck about your education
Don't want an intelligent nigga, keepin' us intimidated
Instigatin', let us kill each other, now they celebratin'
Falling victim, takin' us back to prison, yeah, we back to slavin'
Programmed to kill my brother if he tryna kill my niggas
Molotov the corporation, f*ck the family business
How many times we gotta scream just for you to listen?
Okay, f*ck everybody who ain't ridin' with us
But we gon' be aight tonight
Hella high bitch, higher than life
Got me feelin' like wrong is right
Do my life got a price? Sometimes a nigga gotta roll the dice
They used to tell me as a kid, I could make a difference
They say a man never cry, leave that for the bitches
Told me hold my head high, never duck the misses
They ain't see I was a kid, only 10 when I first learned how to use a pistol

I gotta run now, you hear the gun sound
My heart beat, he already bleedin'
Call the paramedics, shit I know he need it
Promise me his mama won't see it
Sirens screamin' like wooh (I hear 'em screaming)
Sirens screamin' like, wooh
Playin' with your life, I ain't come to fight
F*cked up my whole night
F-f-f*cked up my whole night
F-f-f*cked up my whole night
F*cked up my whole night
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Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, CARL BROWN, JAMES WALSH, TIMOTHY BRUZON, VIDAR NORHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network

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