Chief Keef


Sosa baby

[Verse 1]
Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley (GBE)
Don't talk about cars we got plenty
Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis
Young n*gga eating good, how he so skinny?
Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty
b*tch we was the youngest n*ggas up in the city
With a lil b*tch she so sadity
I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy
Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley
If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

[Verse 2]
I just slid down on em, they looking sh*tty
How she having all that ass and she so skinny?
All these white clouds of smoke this sh*t smell p*ssy
I gotta gift and I'm gonna send that b*tch down your chimney
b*tch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in
Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking
The diamonds on my wrist be foot working
Tell Madea she was right cuz they ain't no nurthing (nothing)
My chain got your b*tch just stuck, flirting
Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy
November stuff his ass like a turkey
And I'm sharp as a b*tch I can scratch the surface
Sign my name on her titties in cursive
And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship
And I'm sharper than the man that be running them churches
I'll have my shorty pop your b*tch ass like a perky
They love Sosa, got them semis
Steady pressing the red button cuz b*tch I'm busy
Here to kill or f*ck his wife that b*tch not risky
At the hotel I clap that sh*t like Missy
Play gangster, went to jail that b*tch turn sissy
Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey
My lil cousin so fried, that b*tch so crispy
But he play with lil cousin that b*tch make history
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