Lil Uzi Vert - Fire Alarm (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Uzi Vert - Fire Alarm (en) Lyrics
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Top Floor
Sleep on me if you wanna
I can't even see myself,
be myself, be myself
I can't even see myself,
I'm myself, I'm myself
I can't see myself, hurt
myself, hurt myself
I can't be myself, see myself,
fuck myself (I wanna see it)
I can't be myself, see
myself, I'm myself
I can't be myself, see myself,
slice myself (Don't be shy)
I can't sell my soul, clean
my soul, slice my soul
I can't be myself, see myself,
freak myself (Woah)
Freak myself
I can't free myself
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Fuck your bitch, call emergency
Ain't no bitch never heard of me
I fuck hoes off burgundy, she said
"Can I get a Birkin please?"
I did three hoes in one day, so
I gave my fourth girl dirty D
In her jaw, she want a breaker,
Ed, Edd and Eddy like Double D
Sent her an Uber, like "Come with me"
I ain't even touch her, she cum for me
Takin' these percs, she known for me
Fuck on her friends, 'cause
she wrong for me
Don't be nervous (Fuck on her friends,
'cause she wrong for me)
I just want you to go crazy when
the beat drop, just like, just—
Fuck on her friends, yeah,
she wrong for me
Takin' these pills, and these
pills got me outer space
Got me out of my mind,
I went and—, aagh
All of my money, my pants, my
money, my money, my pants
My watch on my wrist, it ain't
coachin' with fans
My Richard, my Richard,
my Richard a millie
It cost way more than your lil' Rollie
I treat my foreign like
it was a stoley
I put the ice on my ankle like goalie
Diamond my neck and it
can't get no colder
Solitaire ring, and my neck is boulder
Love for my job, but I'm
still sellin' coca
I know some bitches that
diggin' the soda
I like this bitch, but
I can't even hold her
None of these bitches, we
really don't own 'em
Yellow stones on me, they
look like it's sunny
One of my chains on my
neck is a Franko
It was a dip in the ocean like Homer
None of these niggas they
fresher than Uzi
Feelin' up on me like
an organ donor, woah
Feelin' up on me like an organ donor
She gave me head like that
bitch got diploma
Can pour up a four, but
I ain't want paloma
She pull up on me to handle the boner
Original YSL, bitch, I'm
a stoner, woo, woo
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