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Skepta & Finessekid - Sirens [From Ireland] (Lyrics)

🎤 Lyrics: Skepta & Finessekid - Sirens (From Ireland) [Intro: Skepta] Sonny Ayy, yo Greaze Yeah [Chorus: Skepta & Finessekid] Too much CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent But you can get a punch from Ireland Or you can get a kick from Thailand Slap from Nigeria, make you start hearing sirens Se o'n gbo oun ti mo'n so We had to dysfunction that function Gave him a slap from South-West London Cause that conundrum, now he can't function Try cause a disruption I can't lie like them man do I hear it, but I don't trust them It's make-believe, corruption 'Cause they're not like that when I buck them [Verse 1: Skepta & Finessekid] It's easy to see that you don’t get paid, you man are stressed, it shows All of that talk about taking risk, he saw the skeng, he froze Stepped out in his bestest clothes, now you're in a hospital, where your chest exposed Swing, dip, t-shirt rip Mouth too big, should've kept it closed I rate that he's backing his bredrin, now I'm gonna see what they're both on I don't wanna hear, "FK, 'low me" I don't wanna hear, "FK, hold on" Left, weave, right, now he looks like he got fucked-up Botox Are you sure that I'm who you wanna step to? Are you sure that I'm who you wanna roll on? They see me in the cut with Skep', now they think that I'm BBK Fully on greaze these days Them man chat shit these days That's why bro spin like the CDJs Plug try give me a CCJ, TBH, I CBA I still live like GTA [Chorus: Skepta & Finessekid] Too much CCTV, nah, I don't really wanna get violent But you can get a punch from Ireland Or you can get a kick from Thailand Slap from Nigeria, make you start hearing sirens Se o'n gbo oun ti mo'n so We had to dysfunction that function Gave him a slap from South-West London Cause that conundrum, now he can't function Try cause a disruption I can't lie like them man do I hear it, but I don't trust them It's make-believe, corruption 'Cause they're not like that when I buck them [Verse 2: Skepta & Finessekid] And we don't care 'bout your gang All of your mums, I'll tell you to suck them Bro pop that caan and make everyone scatter If you feel brave, don't run then Your boy ran, left you, that's a bad friend I'm still with the same guys from back then You know Lash, that's gangdem and Dex, nwannem You wanna be the loudest guy in the room, I came with the quietest dude And if you heard that he's live, it's true, he got a Glock-21 minus two Say you got riders, we got riders too, and we don't like to lose Any funny business, then my guys on you Now your white tee lookin' like rice and stew My young G's on go, he can't help it Tryna turn white tees red velvet 'Cause he greedy and he's selfish Hopped out and left man Michael Phelps'ing I gave him a jailhouse rock like Elvis Rocked him and his bredrins weren't helping Mind out if I reach for my pelvis [Outro: Finessekid] Us, never them Us, never them Us, never them Us, never them Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh