
luv sosa (3 Sosa Screwx) Oliver Francis
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[Intro: Chief Keef]
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa
Bitches love Sosa, huh?
End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, li'l Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, Bang-bang, God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Don't make me call D-
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa
Bitches love Sosa, huh?
End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, li'l Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, Bang-bang, God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Don't make me call D-
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