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Letra : siamese
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Siamese, two twin hoes, n***a, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these n***as tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these b*t*hes tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, n***a, Siamese
Yeah, this ho on my phone, talkin' stupid sh*t
I can't cap, I'm so done with these stupid b*t*hes
See these YSL jeans, not Ksubi, n***a
If you got a problem, then sue me, n***a
If you got a problem, let's do it, n***a
If you got a problem, let's shoot it, n***a
He get cut from this sh*t like a movie, n***a
I post up on the scene with some movie b*t*hes
Have the pounds of this green like a plug, n***a
But I'm talkin' money, I'm not talkin' drugs, n***a
Yeah, nah, for real, n***a
Put my boy on your head on a drill, n***a
Yeah, I get high like a Rasta, for real, n***a
And we pop rubber bands, not no pills, n***a
Yeah, we got san tan, and some seals, n***a
I got a lotta bands, hella bills, n***a
I'm coming clean, no, I do not feel you n***as
And you sippin' fake lean, it's gon' kill you, n***a
She just wanna take my ice and put it on
Yeah, she say she love that sh*t, it turn her on
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, n***a, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these n***as tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these b*t*hes tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, n***a, Siamese
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, n***a, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these n***as tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these b*t*hes tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, n***a, Siamese
Yeah, this ho on my phone, talkin' stupid sh*t
I can't cap, I'm so done with these stupid b*t*hes
See these YSL jeans, not Ksubi, n***a
If you got a problem, then sue me, n***a
If you got a problem, let's do it, n***a
If you got a problem, let's shoot it, n***a
He get cut from this sh*t like a movie, n***a
I post up on the scene with some movie b*t*hes
Have the pounds of this green like a plug, n***a
But I'm talkin' money, I'm not talkin' drugs, n***a
Yeah, nah, for real, n***a
Put my boy on your head on a drill, n***a
Yeah, I get high like a Rasta, for real, n***a
And we pop rubber bands, not no pills, n***a
Yeah, we got san tan, and some seals, n***a
I got a lotta bands, hella bills, n***a
I'm coming clean, no, I do not feel you n***as
And you sippin' fake lean, it's gon' kill you, n***a
She just wanna take my ice and put it on
Yeah, she say she love that sh*t, it turn her on
Yeah
Siamese, two twin hoes, n***a, Siamese
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these n***as tryna sign me
Yes, I'm goin' up, now these b*t*hes tryna find me
Yeah, no, you can't find me
Too many racks, can't find me
Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese
Yeah, two twin Glocks, n***a, Siamese
