Check out this interesting brand new music from Lil Uzi Vert – Fire Alarm.
Multi Talented award winning American hip hop rapper, singer and songwriter, Lil Uzi Vert has released another impressive brand new music which he titled “Fire Alarm”, off his newly released music album titled “Pink Tape”. And it’s right available here on Powerofnaija.com for your free and fast download!
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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
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—
Takin’ these percs, she known for me
Fuck on her friends, yeah, she wrong for me
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah
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
None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi
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
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
