Love Sosa Freestyle lyrics

[Hook]
b*tches call me Sosa, know I got my toasta'
Snapping like a cobra, I'll put you on a posta'
Raining on this thick b*tch, she got cake like Oprah
Hustle like I'm 'pose to, Chubby slinging coka

These b*tches call me Sosa, these b*tches call me Sosa
They know I got that yola, these b*tches call me Sosa x2

[Verse 1]
Whole thing, break down
Broke then, straight now
b*tches knowing my motto holmes, ass up, face down
(Spend?) then, Steak now, f*ck a n*gga live great now
Your man'll trip, my man'll flip, with banana clips this ape town
Black with drugs, white powder
Rich from coke, white power
Real n*gga, your type coward
Cali ballin' like Dwight Howard
Hustle man, I f*ck with n*ggas that love the coke and they like sour
Grave yard, we selling rock
You can come up quick on the right hour
Boss n*gga, that B-I
Got these haters all in my B-I
I ain't never had sh*t handed to me, I go get it like T.I
High as f*ck, no come down
pus*y n*ggas don't come round
pus*y n*ggas that come round, same pus*y get gun down
Real sh*t, you a snitch n*gga, you a b*tch n*gga
Your girl hard, drive by on my girl car
Cause I tape her up, you know Worldstar
n*gga wildin' like payday, n*gga wildin' that K spray
Boss n*gga with the business holmes
Grown man like Kayslay
Sosa
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[Verse 2]
I'm super man like cold homie
Yellow stones look cold on me
Real rap got the n*ggas gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me
They froze on me, they stuck now
Just met and I can f*ck now
Family first, no dummies round
If that money round, get bust down
Chubby, I don't know why holmes
They hating on me, just die holmes
My goonie n*ggas gon' ride holmes
I'm chef making them pies holmes, MyPad no Ihome
From South Central to the Stuy holmes
She getting wet and you get on planes
I get in jets, who flyer holmes
Turtle top to get wild in, mask on I'm wildin'
I'm wildin', I'm stylin'
This b*tch can't hold her smile in
Hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot
That lead pop, your head shot and your dome fly
I'm for that bread, n*gga home pride
Murder beats, holmes know it's Jag
Hustle hard and I know it's sad
Around coke for so long
Really holmes, I can smell the sh*t and just know it's bad
Two time for the dope game, running out I need more caine
Titty Boi got two necklace, Chubby Jag need four chains
I'm flaming on them, n*gga propane
Never bang cause my folks bang
Label calling me all star, when I came in, I had no game
f*ck with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed, and got a nose game
Running around on my bullsh*t, I'm balling out with D Rose gang
Chubby, yup, real spit
Flat top, gold chain
Fifteen for a verse n*gga, three large for the whole thing
Real n*gga sh*t, we making them real n*gga chips
I got that coka holmes, that Sosa holmes, yea that real n*gga hit
Chubby
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