Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Siri, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter V, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Siri |
| Mike WiLL Made-It! |
| Ear Drummers |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust these bitches |
| Haters praying for my downfall, at least they’re religious |
| People in Hell, they want rainfall, your bitch just want these digits |
| I feel like I’m on her payroll how she pay my ass a visit |
| We put both iPhones on silent, both iPhones on silent |
| I only answer for my niggas, careful with that dialogue |
| Man, my house ain’t got no house phone |
| My flip phone is a chip phone |
| Got a prepaid and that bitch on, but still, I use my bitch phone |
| 'Cause I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust my SIM card |
| I got Siri talkin' dirty to me, tryna make my dick hard |
| I got Tunechi on my rington, my children on my home screen |
| I choke you with th phone charger |
| Sold more crack than my phone screen, let’s go |
| Fur floor mats, I’m bare feet, nigga |
| 100K a week, that’s a bad week, nigga |
| I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga |
| Sell monkey bars to a chimpanzee, nigga |
| But you never know what you never know |
| Nigga sell you coke and it wasn’t coke |
| Hang 'em off the building and let 'em go |
| That’s how you make a statement that they should quote |
| I seen death around the corner |
| And I lived right by the corner store |
| I’m a hot boy, I’ll burn your hand |
| I’m a real life Untouchable |
| I run the show, I run the show |
| Sell anything but my soul |
| And I’m prayin' that the only cuffs |
| That touch my wrist come with button holes, for real |
| Smokin' on the good |
| Killin' these hoes like Blair Underwood |
| Rest in peace to my daddy Rabbit, I swear to his lucky foot |
| Ever since he died of jealousy, I’ve been looking for a cure |
| You see, my daddy had that work, now they watch his son get to it |
| And just like he ran them streets, I run with bulls |
| If niggas buyin' I throw out some numbers to 'em |
| Numbers soundin' yummy to 'em |
| You need more, just call my ho, I gave her phone number to 'em |
| 'Cause you know |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| Pull up in that thing with Stunna, paint it period red |
| Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid |
| Let’s go |
| I can’t trust my iPhone (Nope), .44 on my thighbone (Huh) |
| You can have the eye of the tiger |
| I’m the one the tiger better have his eye on, okay |
| Fussin' with my redbone (Bitch), hang up when my high gone (Why) |
| Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh |
| Assault rifle, now mouth off |
| Some niggas make it all the way to the top and ball too hard then bounce off |
| Like my homeboy, let his bitch cook the work and it came out wrong |
| Almost beat that ho to death, I had to call my plug and vouch for him |
| 'Cause I ain’t even got an ounce for 'em |
| I keep running out on 'em |
| Everybody gotta eat, just try not to leave the mouse crumbs |
| .223 right here, this to keep the whole house warm |
| Then I skate by one of my hoes house, girl, I gotta use your house phone |
| 'Cause she know I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| I can’t trust that Samsung, I think Sam the feds |
| Cocaine, pour the twenty-eight gram buffet |
| Turn your block into a police ambulance parade, let’s go |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Woo) |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Pull up in that thing with Stunna (Yeah), interior red (Tell 'em) |
| Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let’s go, |
| yeah (2 Chainz, boom, boom, boom) |
| Hello? |
| (Hello?) |
| Most of my niggas from the ghetto (Ghetto) |
| Through the concrete grew a rose (Grew a rose) |
| Petals smellin' like gun metal (Bah) |
| Smoke a joint the size of a limo (Yeah) |
| My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (Yeah) |
| My wife don’t like when I call my girlfriend my girlfriend |
| She think she’s special (Tru) |
| I whippin' and flippin' the extras (Woo, extra) |
| Fucked that bitch off a text message (Damn) |
| You know what it is when you fuck with the kid |
| I got medicine all in my beverage (Lean) |
| Look at your watch, it say my time (My time) |
| They callin' my phone like a hotline (Hotline) |
| I’m about to switch this shit up (Shit up) |
| Got a metro for my thot line (Woo) |
| Got to crip walk on the outside (Yeah) |
| Whip the same color apartheid (Yeah) |
| On the phone kickin', pimpin' |
| You know I surround that bitch out like a chalk line |
| Ooh, Siri backwards spell Iris |
| I ring, iPhone don’t work on this island (True) |
| AK smilin' as I pose for a threat |
| All these bad hoes in here, we need a pole in this bitch |
| If they’re quick to pick her up, I cut that bitch like a machete |
| I might overdose on shrimp scampi in Italy, I’m like |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| Pull up in that thing with Stunna, interior red |
| Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid, let’s go, yeah |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |
| I can’t trust my iPhone, I think Siri the feds |