| Check it
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| Started at the bottom like I’m looking at her booty
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| Asking me for money, I’m a blow it like I’m Hootie
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| Buffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I’m Flutie
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| She a product of the nineties, I’m a show her like I’m Truman, ooh
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| 'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muah
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| Got your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong
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| Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga
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| Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 Chambers
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| Ya listening to history in the making now
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| Trying to retire at thirty with a vacation house
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| That money funny like Jefferson on a twenty
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| Ivy League like I’m hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy now
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| Swaggin', I can see you impress
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| She on her knees and she ain’t trying to confess
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| Save me the stress, ya girl already say I’m the best
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| She came to my show just to get my name on her chest
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| Call 9−1-1
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| Tell the operator she ain’t lookin' for a player
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| We can have some fun
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| We could be together from now until whenever
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| Just call me up
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| And I’ll put out the fire that be burning inside
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| We can roll in my ride and make the sirens go
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| She make the sirens go
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| Working cause I love it, do it for my people
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| Words are like my ammo, bang, bang, reload
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| Watch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats though
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| Used to take the bus, now I whip it like I’m Devo
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| Nowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks game
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| Close enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtape
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| Models in my phone book, bout to make a mistake
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| Tell’em spread the love like we living in the sixties
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| My friends say that my life is like a movie dog
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| I’m bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dog
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| She think I’m James Bond, you just an afterthought
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| These rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogue
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| Working nine-to-five, but the opposite
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| Killing it so much, they bout to build me a monument
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| Tell her «we can do it in the dorm room of your colleges
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| And she can rock my muthafucking world or earn an scholarship
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| Okay, I know it’s frowned upon, but I’m
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| in a text, I got your bitch in it, don’t mention it
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| Those who want the D and I appreciate the sentiment
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| Can’t afford to own it, I’m just leasing it and renting it
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| Cause I am not cuffing shit, I am not no odd boy
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| I’m more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boy
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| Fin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toy
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| I get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boy
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| Last night at the Trump towers taking drunk showers
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| At the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not
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| ours
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| If it’s not reeking than it’s not sour
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| Smoke in her face, you don’t need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers
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| Hey, Hoodie! |
| What’s going on man? |
| Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic
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| Records. |
| Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here,
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| every one in the office is flippin' out. |
| Man, I just wanted to call ya and let
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| you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know,
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| take it that next level. |
| First thing I would want to do with you is get you a
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| little bit more matured. |
| Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane
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| around, and wear a grey wig. |
| But other than that, we really love it.
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| Please call me when you get a chance. |
| Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic
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| Records. |
| We love your album but we really want to change everything |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sirens , by - Hoodie Allen. Song from the album People Keep Talking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп