Sosa Flow

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This that Sosa Flow
This that Sosa Flow
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Cuzzo coughing off the wood told that nigga fight back
Let a nigga diss me now he can't get his life back
Niggas toting drac's but lowkey scared as fuck in combat
Take a nigga head off his neck Mortal Kombat

I been sippin drank man this shit taste like powerade
I'm not clark kent bitch no I can't save the day
All this shit I been through thank god I woke up today
Steppin in my Timbs with Helmut Lang it's my holiday
Taking niggas one on one ballin like I'm Dwade
Fuck that bitch, then I hit the road, I don't do dates
Had to block that bitch her pussy loose like my shoe strings
And you bitches broke y'all broke asl ask for loose change

If you can't show a band nigga you ain't getting cheese
Speeding in my pops car driving till this bitch on E
I can't hang with two face ass niggas I hate frenemies
Fucked her in my fashion geek damm I gotta change my tee

When they hear this shit they like damn put on repeat
Riding presidental smoking woods in the backseat
I can't fuck with shordy she dirty asl she got acne
Man that ain't yo bitch, its just yo turn, that's just how it be

Pillow talking for some damn coochie that is not P
Niggas always ask to hold sum shit whole time ah fucking leech
Trials and tribulations it's some shit I just can't get over
You ain't like that with that scamming shit you ah account closer

I was fucked up with no help
Just played the cards I was dealt
Kicking bitches out the crib I been had my black belt

Smart niggas living longer tough niggas end up dead
Dude think he untouchable till we crack his lemon head



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Writer(s): Gabriel Ross
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