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Sosa Shoutout my nigga, bro (Gitt Fai on the way!) Had a long day of trappin', time to unwind Threw my jewels on, the bitches call me sunshine (chee) Caught another nigga bitch lockin' eyes with me Think that nigga peeped but I ain't worried, shit, I brung mine (Sosa) But let me tell ya' 'bout a true story (woo) Won't hold ya' up, I'll make it real quick. (woo) I got some bomb ass pussy from a hood bitch (chee) First it was two hoes, but one was on that bullshit We slid on her, hit the Red Roof, and made a full clip (movie) He say he thuggin', well, I'm like that Take me a risk to get the cheese, fuck a mice trap Claimin' he a big dawg, well show me where the stripes at I know these niggas snakes, but I ain't worried shit I bite back (Sosa) Yeah that there a plot twist Oh, you ain't heard I'm the top pick? (chee) They sendin' shots on the 'Gram, I will not diss (no) Was me and jiggaboo, we slid on the nigga Had to check his radiator, heard he think he on that hot shit (b-b-boom) Made nigga money long like a goose neck (chee) Took a break from the gym but I do flex (chee) Bitch I'm street verified, fuck a blue check He don't dance but that 40 made 'em two step Fly as a bitch with thirty thousand worth of gold on me Tried to quit 'em, but them perkys got a hold on me I got some head from lil' shawty and her best friend Call da pastor up I swear they took my soul from me You see I'm really out the southside Ain't never worried bout a issue cause I'm bout mine Better know my youngins on go, fuck a stop sign Plus you know a nigga name buzzin' like a house fly, stop by Baskin and Robbin, I got way too many flavors Office Depot, I go in for the paper One thing I learned is you can't owe a nigga favors Bitches love me I'm a player, I got game like a Sega, ahh Got a lil' a bitch out da east side Rockin' six thirteen, drive a Nissan I keep her legs in the air like a peace sign She been to jail two or three times, ahh Ahh Shoutout Bitch, I'm street certified, fuck a blue check He don't dance but that 40 made 'em two step Chee, Sosa He don't dance but that 40 made 'em two step
Writer(s): Auston Terrell Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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