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(Hook) Bitches call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick bitch, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging coca These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa (Verse) Whole thang, break down, broke dead, straight now Bitches know my motto homes, ass up, face down Spam in, steak now, fucking nigga live greater now Your man a trip, my man a flip with banana clips This ape town Black with drugs, white powder, rich from coke, white power Real nigga, your type coward, Cali bowling like dwight howard Hustle man I fuck with niggas that love the coke and they like sour Graveyard we selling rock you can come up quick on the right hour Boss nigga, that bi, got these haters on my bi I ain’t never had shit handed to me, I go and get it like TI High as fuck no come down, pussy niggas don’t come round Pussy niggas that come round, same pussy get gunned down Letras de cancionesReal sitch, you a snitch nigga, you a bitch nigga, your girl hard Drive by my girl car, cause I take the rug you know world star Nigga wailing like payday, nigga wailing that k spray Boss nigga with the bizness homes, grown man like Kay Slay (Hook) Bitches call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick bitch, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging coca These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa (Verse) I’m superman like cole homie, yellow stones look cold on me Real rap got the niggas gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me They froze on me, they stuck now, just met can fuck now Family first no dummies round, if that money round, I get bust down Chubby I don’t know why home, they hating on me just die home My goonies niggas gonn ride home I’m chef making them pies home My pad, no eye home, from south central to the sty home She getting wet and you get on planes, I get in jets who fly home Turtle top get wailing, mask on I’m wailing, I’m wailing I’m stylin, this bitch can’t hold her smile in Hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot, that led pop Your head shot and your dome fly I’m for that bread nigga home prize Murder beats I know it’s jag, hustle hard and I know the sack I been around coke for so long, I can smell the shit and just know it’s bad 2 times for the dope game, running out I need more cane Titi boy got 2 necklace, chubby jag need 4 chainz I’m flaming on them nigga propane, Never banking, my folks bank Label calling me all star, when I came in it had no game Fuck with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed and got a nose game Run around with my bullshit, I’m balling out with this rose game Chubby yeah real spit, flat top, gold chain 15 for a verse nigga, 30 lards for the whole thang Real nigga shit, we making them real nigga chips I got that coca on that sosa hoe, that real nigga hit Chubby! (Hook) Bitches call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick bitch, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging coca These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa, sosa, sosa These bitches call me sosa, they know I got that yola These bitches call me sosa From Letras Mania