Love Sosa
Stalley feat. Rick Ross Lyrics


We'll never stop, nigga, never
I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these niggas in the next two years, nigga
Yeah, nigga

I say, I'm ridin' on Forges, call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
Niggas are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
2-2-3 on the lickin', and make your bitch go in labor
Niggas hate when you winnin', you wanna kill 'em, I feel ya
Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar
Fuckin' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a killin'
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin'
That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin'
Niggas be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin'
(Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat)
Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigga freeze
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans

These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's 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
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy

Still in all gold just like Mr. T
Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
Ridin' to this Diamond D
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Middle finger to you hatin' niggas
That hate to see a nigga do his thing
But I'm doin' me, a million last year
Even after doin' that Music Matters tour for free
Now all I hear is "this year is me"
And I told Ross if it ain't
I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers
And your weak rhymes, I lost struggle because I kept grindin'
Man, speak honest โ€“ these weak niggas can't compete
I'mma be honest, I'm being modest
Freshest nigga, come check the closets
World tour and them checks deposit
New whips with no mileage, new cribs by cold harbors
Bury money in my back yard while you niggas goin' back and forth

These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's 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
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy

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Melvin Dickson

BRAAAATATATAT BRAAAATATATATAT. Love that part

jung jung

@RickkNoMorty ACS 13 days after u wrote that, i got same shit in my head ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

RickkNoMorty ACS

Came back 9yrs later just cause that part was in my head ๐Ÿ˜‚

Rene Garcia

The chevy burning off then the beat coming in is the fucking truth

Linda Solomon

Ikr same thing I said

Andre Carter

That old school in the beginning, made this that much more official.... ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿ๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ

Trillion

Andre Carter respect bro liked this comment had to show love right so artistic

DUDE

Ricky murdered this, R.l.P. to this beat

David Rascol

Still Going Hard !

ื’'ื™ื™ืงื•ื‘ ื™ืฉืจืืœ

Rick Ross snapped on this๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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