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Siri (feat. 2 Chainz)

アーティスト:Lil Wayne  アルバム:Tha Carter V (Deluxe)  作曲:Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps & MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS II 

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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 ringtonе, my children on my home screen I choke you with thе 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


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