Chief Keef - Love Sosa (RL Grime Remix)(remix) | Текст песни

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• Chief Keef
• Love Sosa (RL Grime Remix)(remix)

Fuckers at school tellin' me, always in the barbershop, “Chief Keef ain't ‘bout this, Cheif Keef ain't ‘bout that”. My boy a BD on fuckin' Lemrod and them! He he, they say, “That nigga don't be puttin' in no work”. Shut the fuck up!!! Y'all niggas ain't no shit! All ya mothafuckas talk about, “Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef hit in the face”. Shut the fuck up!!! Y'all don't agree with that nigga, y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet, shootin' at the police and shit. Nigga been on probation since fuckin'... I don't know when! Mothafuckas, stop fuckin' playin' him like that! Them niggas savages out there! If I catch another mothafucka talkin' sweet ‘bout Chief Keef, I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass! I'm not fuckin' playin' no more! You know, those niggas roll with Lil' Reecy and them.

Young Chop on the beat!

[Chorus:]
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 makin' 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!

[Verse 1:]
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 ol' boy,
I know he's a broke boy.
Raris and Rovers,
Convertibles, 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 land lord.
I gets lotsa commas,
I can fuck yo mama,
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 all honored!

[Chorus:]
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 makin' 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!

[Verse 2:]
Don't make me call D Rose, boy,
He six double-o, boy,
And he keep that pole, boy,
You gon' get fucked over!
Bitch, I done sell soda,
And I done sell coca,
She gon' clap for Sosa,
He gon' clap for Sosa,
They do it for Sosa,
Them hoes, they do it for Sosa.
Tadoe off the Molly water,
So nigga be cool like water
‘Fore you get hit with this lava.
Bitch, I'm the trending topic,
Don't care no price, I'll cop it, b,
And yo bitch steady jockin' me.

[Chorus:]
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 makin' 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!