boyband – love sosa but it’s goth lyrics
[intro: chief keef]
ayy, broke boys, ayy, ayy
bang, bang+bang, ah
god, y’all some broke boys, god, y’all some broke boys
[chorus: chief keef]
these b+tches love sosa (ha), o end or no end (yuh)
f+ckin’ with them o boys (ha), you gon’ get f+cked over (bang+bang)
‘raris and rovers (bang, skrrt), these hoes love chief sosa
hit him with that cobra (bang+bang), now that boy slumped over (bang, bang)
they do it all for sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
y’all know i’m a grown boy (b+tch), yo’ clique full of broke boys (b+tch)
god, y’all some broke boys (ah), god, y’all some broke boys (bang+bang, ah)
we gbe dope boys (bang+bang, gbe, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (bang, bang), hah
[verse 1: chief keef]
these b+tches love sosa and they love them glo boys (ha)
know we from the ‘go, boy (ha), but wе cannot go, boy (nah, nah, nah)
no, i don’t know old boy, i know he’s a broke boy (yeah)
‘raris and rovеrs, convertible lambos, boy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
you know i got bands, boy (bands), and it’s in my pants, boy (my pants)
disrespect them o+boys (ha), you won’t speak again, boy (again)
don’t think that i’m playin’, boy (nah), no, we don’t use hands, boy (nah)
no, we don’t do friends, boy (nah), collect bands, i’m a landlord (bih, bih, bih)
i gets lots of commas, i can f+ck yo’ momma (yeah)
i ain’t with the drama (nah), you can meet my llama (bang+bang, bang, bang)
ridin’ with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns (yuh)
these b+tches see chief sosa, i swear to god, they honored, ha (ha, ha)
[chorus: chief keef]
these b+tches love sosa, o end or no end (yuh, yuh, on god)
f+ckin’ with them o boys (ha), you gon’ get f+cked over (bang)
‘raris and rovers (skrrt), these hoes love chief sosa
hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over (bang+bang, bang, bang)
they do it all for sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise (nah)
y’all know i’m a grown boy (bih), yo’ clique full of broke boys (bih)
god, y’all some broke boys, god, y’all some broke boys (ah, ah, ah, ah)
we gbe dope boys (gbe, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (ah, ah), ah
[verse 2: chief keef]
don’t make me call d. rose, boy, he six double+o, boy (6hunna)
and he keep that pole, boy (bang+bang), you gon’ get f+cked over (bang, bang)
b+tch, i done sell soda and i done sell coca (yuh)
she gon’ clap for sosa (clap, baby), he gon’ clap for sosa (yuh)
they do it for sosa, them hoes (ha), they do it for sosa (yuh)
tadoe off the molly water, so, n+gga, be cool like water
‘fore you get hit with this lava (bang+bang), b+tch, i’m the trendin’ topic (yuh)
don’t care no price, i’ll cop it, b (yuh), and your b+tch steady jockin’ me (bih, bih)
[chorus: chief keef]
these b+tches love sosa, o end or no end (ha)
f+ckin’ with them o boys (ha), you gon’ get f+cked over (bang+bang)
‘raris and rovers (skrrt), these hoes love chief sosa (bang+bang)
‘raris and rovers (bang, skrrt), these hoes love chief sosa (sosa, baby, haha)
hit him with that cobra (bang+bang), now that boy slumped over (bang, bang)
they do it all for sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise (nah)
y’all know i’m a grown boy (b+tch), yo’ clique full of broke boys (b+tch)
god, y’all some broke boys (ha), god, y’all some broke boys (ha)
we gbe dope boys (gbe, baby), we got lots of dough, boy, ha
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