paroles de chanson My Sons - Siya
Yeah
Siya
My
sons
Watch
[?]
New
York
City,
then
why
you
gotta
say
'yo
son'
after
every
sentence?
I'm
not
your
kid
I'm
not
your
child
Why
I
gotta
be
your
son
Money
I
call
you
son
cuz
you
sound
like
one
Yeah
I
do
this
shit
for
my
sons
I
move
a
brick
with
my
sons
I
hit
a
lick
with
my
sons
Empty
the
tip
with
my
sons
I
hold
it
down
with
my
sons
I
run
the
town
with
my
sons
I
called
the
plat
for
my
son
Please
do
not
fuck
with
my
son
I'm
in
the
hood
with
my
sons
Up
to
no
good
with
my
sons
You
know
we
got
hoes
on
the
way
I
pull
a
jug
with
my
sons
Then
we
count
up
the
money
Fuck
a
nigga
acting
funny
Come
and
try
to
take
it
from
me
Watch
how
my
niggas
go
dummy
x2]
My
sons
Watch
how
my
niggas
go
dummy
I'm
in
the
streets
with
my
sons
You
know
where
I
be
with
my
sons
You
don't
want
beef
with
my
sons
Cuz
we
got
the
keys
and
the
guns
[?]
in
the
game
Better
tuck
in
all
your
chains
Cuz
these
niggas
don't
play
And
these
niggas
need
chains
You
know
that
my
city
is
wicked
You
know
how
these
niggas
be
livin'
You
know
that
we
get
to
the
chicken
You
know
that
we
really
be
with
it
Four
fifth
for
the
shotty
Bad
bitches,
no
thotties
Dice
game
in
the
lobby
Hennessey
in
my
body
My
sons
Watch
how
my
niggas
go
dummy
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