Love Sosa Lyrics – Chief Keef is the latest English song. Love Sosa song lyrics are written by Chief Keef & Young Chop while the song is produced by Young Chop.
Love Sosa Song Details:
| Song: | Love Sosa |
| Singer: | Chief Keef |
| Produced by: | Young Chop |
| Lyrics: | Chief Keef & Young Chop |
Love Sosa Lyrics
Fu*kers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
“Chief Keef ain’t ’bout this, Chief Keef ain’t ’bout that”
My boy a BD on F*cking Lamron and them
He, he, they say that n*gga don’t be putting in no work
Shut the F*ck up
Y’all n*ggas ain’t know shit
All y’all motherf*ckers talkin’ about
“Chief Keef ain’t no hitter
Chief Keef ain’t this
Chief Keef a fake”
Shut the fu*k up
Y’all don’t live with that n*gga
Y’all know that n*gga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin’ at the police and shit
n*gga been on probation since F*ckin’ I don’t know when
MotherF*cker, stop F*ckin’ playin’ him like that
Them n*ggas savages out there
If I catch another motherF*cker talking sweet about Chief Keef
I’m F*cking beatin’ they ass
I’m not F*cking playin’ no more
Y’all know them n*ggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh?
O End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, li’l Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, Bang-bang, God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
F*ckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get F*cked 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 bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the ‘Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don’t know old 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*ck your momma
I ain’t with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin’ with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
F*ckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get F*cked 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
Don’t make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon’ get F*cked over
Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca
She gon’ clap for Sosa, he gon’ clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa
Tadoe off the molly water, so n*gga be cool like water
‘Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I’m the trending topic
Don’t care no price, I’ll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin’ me
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
F*ckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get F*cked 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