Chubby Jag - Love Sosa lyrics

(Hook) b**hes call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick b**h, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging c**a These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa (Verse) Whole thang, break down, broke dead, straight now b**hes know my motto homes, a** up, face down Spam in, steak now, f**ing n***a live greater now Your man a trip, my man a flip with banana clips This ape town sponsored links Black with d**, white powder, rich from coke, white power Real n***a, your type coward, Cali bowling like dwight howard Hustle man I f** with n***as that love the coke and they like sour Graveyard we selling rock you can come up quick on the right hour Boss n***a, that bi, got these haters on my bi I ain’t never had sh** handed to me, I go and get it like TI 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 gunned down Real sitch, you a snitch n***a, you a b**h n***a, your girl hard Drive by my girl car, cause I take the rug you know world star n***a wailing like payday, n***a wailing that k spray Boss n***a with the bizness homes, grown man like Kay Slay (Hook) b**hes call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick b**h, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging c**a These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa (Verse) I’m superman like cole 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 can f** now Family first no dummies round, if that money round, I get bust down Chubby I don’t know why home, they hating on me just die home My goonies n***as gonn ride home I’m chef making them pies home My pad, no eye home, from south central to the sty home She getting wet and you get on planes, I get in jets who fly home Turtle top get wailing, mask on I’m wailing, I’m wailing I’m stylin, this b**h can’t hold her smile in Hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot, that led pop Your head shot and your dome fly I’m for that bread n***a home prize Murder beats I know it’s jag, hustle hard and I know the sack I been around coke for so long, I can smell the sh** and just know it’s bad 2 times for the dope game, running out I need more cane Titi boy got 2 necklace, chubby jag need 4 chainz I’m flaming on them n***a propane, Never banking, my folks bank Label calling me all star, when I came in it had no game f** with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed and got a nose game Run around with my bullsh**, I’m balling out with this rose game Chubby yeah real spit, flat top, gold chain 15 for a verse n***a, 30 lards for the whole thang Real n***a sh**, we making them real n***a chips I got that c**a on that sosa hoe, that real n***a hit Chubby! (Hook) b**hes call me sosa, know I got my toaster Snapping like a cobra, I put you on a poster Raining on this thick b**h, she got cake like Oprah Hustling like I’m sposed to, chubby slanging c**a These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa, sosa, sosa These b**hes call me sosa, they know I got that yola These b**hes call me sosa