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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
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