Sosa Chamberlain
Ay, ay, ay
P-P on the beat
I got it all, the fuckin' dribble, ay
I sort of laugh, know your riddle
Sosa on the beat
Your bitch got that wet, wet, my gun got that wet, wet
But when she let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet, wet
I'm off the drank, wet, wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch, you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you a headache
Who come here? You come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, can't mean all I get
Pull up on a strip, that thing on my hip
The police pull me over like it's weed on my lip
Johnny called me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo' bitch call me mad, she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter called me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad, they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad, they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the heat, I ain't doin' shit
I am Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I change it
Sosa, what's your language?
Bitch, I speak them acres
Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper?
I'm like okay cool
My favourite player Butler, and I got a butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favourite player Rose, ay, money on him, let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
And my favourite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
Mean that I can hold it, hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter, I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T
Ay, I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I change it
Sosa, what's your language?
Bitch, I speak them acres
Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper?
I'm like okay cool
P-P on the beat
I got it all, the fuckin' dribble, ay
I sort of laugh, know your riddle
Sosa on the beat
Your bitch got that wet, wet, my gun got that wet, wet
But when she let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet, wet
I'm off the drank, wet, wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch, you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you a headache
Who come here? You come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, can't mean all I get
Pull up on a strip, that thing on my hip
The police pull me over like it's weed on my lip
Johnny called me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo' bitch call me mad, she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter called me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad, they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad, they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the heat, I ain't doin' shit
I am Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I change it
Sosa, what's your language?
Bitch, I speak them acres
Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper?
I'm like okay cool
My favourite player Butler, and I got a butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favourite player Rose, ay, money on him, let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
And my favourite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
Mean that I can hold it, hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter, I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T
Ay, I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I change it
Sosa, what's your language?
Bitch, I speak them acres
Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper?
I'm like okay cool
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