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Letra : Love Sosa (Trap Symphony Version)
These b*t*hes love Sosa, O End or no end
f**kin' with them O boys, you gon' get f**ked 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
These b*t*hes 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, 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 f**k yo mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These b*t*hes see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These b*t*hes love Sosa, O End or no end
f**kin' with them O boys, you gon' get f**ked 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
f**kin' with them O boys, you gon' get f**ked 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
These b*t*hes 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, 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 f**k yo mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These b*t*hes see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These b*t*hes love Sosa, O End or no end
f**kin' with them O boys, you gon' get f**ked 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
