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Love Sosa Lyrics – Chief Keef

    Love Sosa is a popular song by Chief Keef from the 2012 album Finally Rich. Check words to Chief Keef Love Sosa Lyrics in English below.

    Love Sosa Lyrics – Chief Keef 

    [Intro: Jordan Gilty & Chief Keef]
    Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
    “Chief Keef ain’t ’bout this, Chief Keef ain’t ’bout that”
    My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them
    He, he, they say that nigga don’t be putting in no work
    Shut the fuck up
    Y’all niggas ain’t know shit
    All y’all motherfuckers talkin’ about
    “Chief Keef ain’t no hitter
    Chief Keef ain’t this
    Chief Keef a fake”
    Shut the fuck up
    Y’all don’t live with that nigga
    Y’all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
    Shootin’ at the police and shit
    Nigga been on probation since fuckin’ I don’t know when
    Motherfucker, stop fuckin’ playin’ him like that
    Them niggas savages out there
    If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef
    I’m fucking beatin’ they ass
    I’m not fucking playin’ no more
    Y’all know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
    (Young Chop on the beat)
    Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh?
    O End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, li’l Cobra, ayy, ayy
    Bang, Bang-bang, God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
    [Chorus]
    These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
    Fuckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
    ‘Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
    Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
    They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
    Y’all know I’m a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
    God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
    We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy

    [Verse 1]
    These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
    Know we from the ‘Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
    No, I don’t know old boy, I know he’s a broke boy
    ‘Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
    You know I got bands, boy, and it’s in my pants, boy
    Disrespect them O Boys, you won’t speak again, boy
    Don’t think that I’m playin’, boy, no, we don’t use hands, boy
    No, we don’t do friends, boy, collect bands, I’m a landlord
    I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
    I ain’t with the drama, you can meet my llama
    Ridin’ with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
    These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored

    [Chorus]
    These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
    Fuckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
    ‘Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
    Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
    They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
    Y’all know I’m a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
    God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
    We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
    [Verse 2]
    Don’t make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
    And he keep that pole, boy, you gon’ get fucked over
    Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca
    She gon’ clap for Sosa, he gon’ clap for Sosa
    They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa
    Tadoe off the molly water, so nigga be cool like water
    ‘Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I’m the trending topic
    Don’t care no price, I’ll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin’ me

    [Chorus]
    These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end
    Fuckin’ with them O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
    ‘Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
    Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
    They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
    Y’all know I’m a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
    God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
    We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy

     

    Writer(s): Chief Keef (Keith Cozart)

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