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siya - my sons lyrics

[intro]
yeah (x2)
siya
my sons (x2)
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[?] 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
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i call you son cuz you sound like one

[siya]
yeah
i do this sh-t 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 f-ck 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
f-ck a n-gg- acting funny
come and try to take it from me
watch how my n-gg-s go dummy

[chorus x2]
my sons (x3)
watch how my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s don’t play
and these n-gg-s need chains
you know that my city is wicked
you know how these n-gg-s be livin’
you know that we get to the chicken
you know that we really be with it
four fifth for the shotty
bad b-tches, no thotties
dice game in the lobby
hennessey in my body

[chorus x2]
my sons (x3)
watch how my n-gg-s go dummy

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