Chubby Jag - Love Sosa Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] b**hes call me Sosa, know I got my toasta' Snapping like a cobra, I'll put you on a posta' Raining on this thick b**h, she got cake like Oprah Hustle like I'm 'pose to, Chubby slinging coka These b**hes call me Sosa, these b**hes call me Sosa They know I got that yola, these b**hes call me Sosa x2 [Verse 1] Whole thing, break down Broke then, straight now b**hes knowing my motto holmes, a** up, face down (Spend?) then, Steak now, f** a n***a live great now Your man'll trip, my man'll flip, with banana clips this ape town Black with d**, white powder Rich from coke, white power Real n***a, your type coward Cali ballin' like Dwight Howard Hustle man, I f** with n***as that love the coke and they like sour Grave yard, we selling rock You can come up quick on the right hour Boss n***a, that B-I Got these haters all in my B-I I ain't never had sh** handed to me, I go get it like T.I High as f**, no come down p**y n***as don't come round p**y n***as that come round, same p**y get gun down Real sh**, you a snitch n***a, you a b**h n***a Your girl hard, drive by on my girl car Cause I tape her up, you know Worldstar n***a wildin' like payday, n***a wildin' that K spray Boss n***a 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***as gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me They froze on me, they stuck now Just met and I can f** 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***as 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**h 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***a home pride Murder beats, holmes know it's Jag Hustle hard and I know it's sad Around coke for so long Really holmes, I can smell the sh** and just know it's bad Two time for the dope game, running out I need more caine Titty Boi got two necklace, Chubby Jag need four chains I'm flaming on them, n***a propane Never bang cause my folks bang Label calling me all star, when I came in, I had no game f** with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed, and got a nose game Running around on my bullsh**, I'm balling out with D Rose gang Chubby, yup, real spit Flat top, gold chain Fifteen for a verse n***a, three large for the whole thing Real n***a sh**, we making them real n***a chips I got that coka holmes, that Sosa holmes, yea that real n***a hit Chubby [Hook]