Love Sosa (Keymix) lyrics

[Bridge:]
I been feeling so damn dope now lately
I wake up early with a girly, she ain't my lady
It's just another toy, give me pain, give me joy
It's the pyrex pot fisht, spot blaze boy, louder

[Hook:]
b*tches love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b*tches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b*tches love soda

[Verse 1:]
The names had me pow up, oh they call me...
A the... houses, snow like an aspic
Psb them dope boys, everybody know that
I am a dealer and a killer but don't quote that
We don't f*ck with chuck n*ggas
We rather get bucks with it
A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly b*tches f*ck with us
Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama
You just gotta deal with it, cause you don't want drama
I ain't taking losses, michael take some porsches
For a test driving, buy it if I like the horses
I can really do that, ask my n*gga wu jack
He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that
[Hook:]
b*tches love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b*tches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b*tches love soda

[Verse 2:]
Man I be on that bullsh*t, what did you expect though
Born and raised in brooklyn, you n*ggas just slept close
Fronting gets you nowhere, so don't even go there
I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer
Now you just a rudolph, headshots a rude off
I ain't got no manners, I demand you take your jewels off
Only robbing f*ck boys just to violate them
Diamonds in my Jesus, God why you create them
If I ruled the world, it would be sucker free
And it would be a joy and I would have every key
Even in the drought still I had plenty keys
Asking n*ggas getting money, what's the truth about me, aha

[Hook:]
b*tches love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b*tches love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b*tches love soda