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
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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