kwengface & knucks - siamese lyrics
[intro]
bop
no, no, no days off, no days off, no days off
look
[verse 1: kwengface]
i’m a g, i can get things patterned in a few hours
in the trap for a month, that’s like two showers
spotify, trap house, feel like two powers
they ain’t ever took the risk, them man are too coward
lv on the shades, lv on my feet too
lv on my waist, beside my buckle got a blade
look, rollie plain jane, my n+ggas don’t play
couple grams in the spliff, roll up a soul plate
middle fingers to the court, should’ve trapped like a sport
ten racks in new york, now my luggage feelin’ heavier
i took lessons how to whip, i took no seminars
you can tell from how i talk i ain’t no regular
evеr since i made me a fifty, i been too clеan
baddie in celine in the back, mm, too mean
copped a three+eight, and my bro copped two glees
finna get shooty when we get a movie
[chorus: kwengface & knucks]
twin hand guns look siamese
five foot three, but she’s so feisty
heard a couple n+ggas don’t really like me
older n+ggas hatin’ ’cause they can’t hype me
twin, twin hand guns look siamese
five foot three, but she’s so feisty
heard a couple n+ggas don’t really like me (yo)
older n+ggas hatin’ ’cause they can’t hype me (uh)
[verse 2: knucks]
i don’t mind the hatin’ if it comes high key
another vacation, that’s unlike me
both from la tryna tug my jeans
one of them bajan and one guyanese
before the flight leaves i get right in+between
brodie told me always get rice in my ps
pasta tonight, don’t invite n0body
if she wanna slide then apply vaseline
i got gold on my ring, gold on my t++th, wait
gold doublin’, hold the receipt, wait
shawty won’t get involved with a cheapskate
she phonin’, but it’s only to eat stake
on the contrary, it’s rare that i’m never not there
top eleven, top tier
i told kweng “get ’em” and they never got near
brodie my twin, but we never got pair
[chorus: kwengface]
twin hand guns look siamese
five foot three, but she’s so feisty
heard a couple n+ggas don’t really like me
older n+ggas hatin’ ’cause they can’t hype me
twin, twin hand guns look siamese
five foot three, but she’s so feisty
heard a couple n+ggas don’t really like me
older n+ggas hatin’ ’cause they can’t hype me
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