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Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour your lean up, T up All these fucking niggas wanna be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging, bitch, I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking libra She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever Try me, please don't, I'ma shot if he want Nigga ain't no fucking snitching, I'll cop a plea though That bitch want some frito, I am not a hero I eat all the fritos to myself, I'm a Leo How all these niggas copy me, I think I'm Sosa Kinkos All these bitches spotting me, I think I'm Sosa Bingo This nigga blocked me on the hit, I guess I'm Sosa free throw I swear my life a fucking movie, you know Chief Sosa lead though Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour your lean up, T up All these fucking niggas wanna be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging, bitch, I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking libra She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever I got HKs, AKs, fuck days, pay days She say her name is Lulu, I just called her Lele I got big lumps of the money on the way way I was riding around spending money, wait, what's today's date? This nigga bitch just called my phone, I took her on a play date In my motherfucking room, I fucked her then I made way Chief Sosa, a damn heavyweight, you pussy niggas lightweight Chief Sosa got long money, swear, I got parade cake I hop out car bitches say I'm Fat Sosa Albert, hey-hey Then she send me her number, I hit that bitch some days later Hits the blunt one time, how the fuck you way way I had a meeting today, but I pulled up a day later Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer Pour your lean up, T up All these fucking niggas want to be us I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal I hopped up swagging, bitch I'm T'd up Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking libra She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Don Jarmel Paschall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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