Siberia

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[Chorus] All black Rick Owens glasses, yeah, stick on my hip, I'm blastin' I'm a young rich nigga, I can do what I want, fuck that whip, might crash it Got hoes in my bed doing backflips, 360 camera when I back in I walk in the spot like I'm modeling, double cups in both of my hands Why you keep bringing my name up like we gang? I don't even know that nigga Niggas be worse than bitches, hell no, I don't want no picture Yeah, he said he fucked my bitch, which one? I got a roster of bitches You already know what you signed up for, why you up in your feelings? Damn, step in the room, white tees and sweats, bank account filled with chicken Yeah, smoking on loud, you could hear it, I'm with the Mafia gang, Siberia [Verse] She had to think about what she doin', she had to process who she with I spent forty bands last month and ten thousand was on kicks You the brokest in the room, why you keep on talking? That's embarrassing Yeah, my bitch get her own bag, she independent, she ain't reaching for shit All these chains on my neck, they hit We ain't on the same level, I skipped Put Forgiatos on my rims Had to change the way I move Ain't goin' out in public, ain't in the mood My niggas rock red bandanas My niggas rock blue bandanas I'm pourin' up pink in the Fanta She shake it for me, all ass and tits You thought I was feeling you, that was an accident Could've sworn I seen you, I was hallucinatin' Had a show in Seattle, it was lit as fuck, I'm smokin' on Gary Payton I feel like Buddah, I'm high as fuck, walkin' 'round my mansion She already know that I'm racked up like I'm Roy, I don't need to say shit [Chorus] All black Rick Owens glasses, yeah, stick on my hip, I'm blastin' I'm a young rich nigga, I can do what I want, fuck that whip, might crash it Got hoes in my bed doing backflips, 360 camera when I back in I walk in the spot like I'm modeling, double cups in both of my hands Why you keep bringing my name up like we gang? I don't even know that nigga Niggas be worse than bitches, hell no, I don't want no picture Yeah, he said he fucked my bitch, which one? I got a roster of bitches You already know what you signed up for, why you up in your feelings? Damn, step in the room, white tees and sweats, bank account filled with chicken Yeah, smoking on loud, you could hear it, I'm with the Mafia gang, Siberia