Chief Keef
Chief Keef - Sosa Style songtekst
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[Verse: Chief Keef] Kush to Face, that's the antidote Cops pull us over, don't panic ho Hey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy Sosa I'm smokin' dope, you smokin cantaloupe You smokin' watermelon, you smoke fruit pack Where they do that at Bitch I smoke the best O-G My breitling better than your Rollie Who you? I don't know you! Glock on me, turn your ass to tofu Turn your ass to Thai food Do a drive-by by you Hit you aye, guarantee won't miss you Boy I know your momma's gonna miss you And kiss you, give her a tissue Time to pull up on the opps get our pistols Niggas too old, I swear these niggas too grown I'm too young, with all this money What the fuck I'mma do with all this money? I'mma spend it then get it back I'mma spend it, just make niggas mad I'mma spend it, I ain't gon ride in Jags I'mma spend it on a fuckin' M-5, M-6 Hey, hey and a Rari Hey, pull up, pull off sorry Ain't no talkin' You knew that the coppers lurkin' They lookin' for Almighty Because they see me in that tall body Ridin' round look like Yao Ming It's a bird, it's a plane, it's almighty Money in my right and left and back pocket Hey all these bitches polly pocket All they want is all me pockets I just told them thottie stop it I just told them thottie pop it You gotta little butt Can you turn it up? You got some lips, what can you do with them? Can you handle this pipe? Girl it probably change your life I'm rollin' off a flat too Bitch you know what a flat do We gonna fuck all night We gonna bust all night Glowin' hard bitch, I bust all the lights Too cold, I bust all the pipes Like Dro say, when you're right, you're right