🎵 Love Sosa (Remix) // by ItsGarcia

3 Contributors Love Sosa (Remix) Lyrics [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 [Verse 2: Chief Keef] 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 your bitch steady jockin' me [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 [Verse 3: Polo G] Uh These rappers really nice as hell I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off Man, he say he gon' press up on who? I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout? I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me I don't know who could fuck with me honestly They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me Different color bands like Monopoly Man, he must not be usin' his head If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me That's like suicide if you play with us Got a better chance at the lottery Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep Make the crowd dance, choreography Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me Three-car garage, million-dollar crib With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit Well, I guess they owe me an apology [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