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jag - love sosa freestyle lyrics

[hook]
b-tches call me sosa, know i got my toasta’
snapping like a cobra, i’ll put you on a posta’
raining on this thick b-tch, she got cake like oprah
hustle like i’m ‘pose to, chubby slinging c0ka

these b-tches call me sosa, these b-tches call me sosa
they know i got that yola, these b-tches call me sosa x2

[verse 1]
whole thing, break down
broke then, straight now
b-tches knowing my motto holmes, -ss up, face down
(spend?) then, steak now, f-ck a n-gga live great now
your man’ll trip, my man’ll flip, with banana clips this ape town
black with drugs, white powder
rich from c0ke, white power
real n-gga, your type coward
cali ballin’ like dwight howard
hustle man, i f-ck with n-ggas that love the c0ke and they like sour
grave yard, we selling rock
you can come up quick on the right hour
boss n-gga, that b-i
got these haters all in my b-i
i ain’t never had sh-t handed to me, i go get it like t.i
high as f-ck, no come down
p-ssy n-ggas don’t come round
p-ssy n-ggas that come round, same p-ssy get gun down
real sh-t, you a snitch n-gga, you a b-tch n-gga
your girl hard, drive by on my girl car
cause i tape her up, you know worldstar
n-gga wildin’ like payday, n-gga wildin’ that k spray
boss n-gga with the business holmes
grown man like kayslay
sosa

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m super man like cold homie
yellow stones look cold on me
real rap got the n-ggas gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me
they froze on me, they stuck now
just met and i can f-ck now
family first, no dummies round
if that money round, get bust down
chubby, i don’t know why holmes
they hating on me, just die holmes
my goonie n-ggas gon’ ride holmes
i’m chef making them pies holmes, mypad no ihome
from south central to the stuy holmes
she getting wet and you get on planes
i get in jets, who flyer holmes
turtle top to get wild in, mask on i’m wildin’
i’m wildin’, i’m stylin’
this b-tch can’t hold her smile in
hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot
that lead pop, your head shot and your dome fly
i’m for that bread, n-gga home pride
murder beats, holmes know it’s jag
hustle hard and i know it’s sad
around c0ke for so long
really holmes, i can smell the sh-t and just know it’s bad
two time for the dope game, running out i need more caine
t-tty boi got two necklace, chubby jag need four chains
i’m flaming on them, n-gga propane
never bang cause my folks bang
label calling me all star, when i came in, i had no game
f-ck with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed, and got a nose game
running around on my bullsh-t, i’m balling out with d rose gang
chubby, yup, real spit
flat top, gold chain
fifteen for a verse n-gga, three large for the whole thing
real n-gga sh-t, we making them real n-gga chips
i got that c0ka holmes, that sosa holmes, yea that real n-gga hit
chubby

[hook]

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