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letra de sirens - vi seconds

[intro]
let’s act a little
let’s act a little
red, let’s act a little

[verse 1]
trouble, let’s take a minute to get into it
turnin’ the local news to an international incident
reporters on the scene, all trying to get in the mix of it
young poseidon is running the crime syndicate
yeah, outlaw who could really do without laws
who choose to move without your rules, i’m out [?]
he who walks the line between hero and villain
born with the flyest of styles and the wilest of writtens, yeah
gl-ss shatterer, waving the middle finger
and i look good doing it, no batter can bring ’em
toe tagger, h-ll bringer, bell ringer
moving too slow for my pace, i’m a sh-ll slinger
that means i lack in time to be standing in line with you n-gg-s pacing your movements and so i move you aside
see, i’m the f-ckin’ cause of the damage to your cause
take actions on my actions, i’m guilty as charged

[hook]
let’s act a little bad, bad, bad
’til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
act a little bad, bad, bad
’til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
act a little bad, bad, bad
’til we hear sirens, sirens, sirens
act a little bad, bad, bad
’til we hear
this is how we do
security, we got some n-gg-s tryna burn out the club

[verse 2]
i’m a grown man with some bad habits
and mad cabbage in my black baggage
i’m a d-mn savage, your broad on my man package
tripping like she’s lifted off multiple hits of taps, acid
a smooth [?], making my spot as a new cl-ssic
loose cannon, i suggest you invest in new gl-sses
rootin’ and tootin’, this juice deuce blastin’ this
problem and [?], you ain’t gotta ask me sh-t
i regret nothing, i act like i won’t f-ck her
they say karma’s a b-tch, that why i still f-ck her
i get a rush from it all like chris tucker
and my att-tude’s why your miss got her lips puckered
i’m that dude on the one-two’s with rawness
headed to the top like male pattern baldness
i’m ready to pop and [?] that confetti drop
every night bottle breakin’, [?]

[hook]

[verse 3]
f-ck the proper sh-t
let’s act like in life there’s never been a consequence
with a drive like a cab dispatcher
holding the world for ransom like a planetary kidnapper
i’m a disaster with armadas at my side
so fly, i can smack a whole fleet from the sky
riding by with a fist clenched, and a bad grip
as soon as i touch down, your chick wanna s-x sixx
that’s it, i show up and conquer
on and off day, my essence [?]
siren starter, fire department, the ambulance
better arrive, ‘cuz you’re burn tryna stand a chance
more bad-ss than joey’s second name
and i prove it ‘cuz i bang without a weapon aim
without a set i claim and i’m still reppin’ my gang
the f-ckin’ up [?], you think i was a flame

- vi seconds

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