Текст песни Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross ft. Wale - Love Sosa (feat. Stalley)

G's In Maybach (Final Chapter)
Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Rick Ross ft. Wale ft. Meek Mill
Альбом: G's In Maybach (Final Chapter)
Длительность: 03:17
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I say, I’m ridin’ on Forges – call them my skaters You know them bodies is sticky, you can’t get caught up in capers Niggas are tricky, you can’t be askin’ for favors 2-2-3 on the lickin’, and make your bitch go in labor Niggas hate when you winnin’, you wanna kill ‘em, I feel ya Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar Fuckin’ with my lil’ gangters, we makin’ a killin’ When you count your first million you never forget the feelin’ That when my eyes go to twitchin’, palms start to itchin’ Niggas be snitchin’, that’s when my dogs start trippin’ (Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat) Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat More money to gain, Double-M on my chain I just redid the deal, another 20 and change I step where I please, broke nigga freeze Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans [Hook: Chief Keef] These bitches love Sosa O End or no end Fucking with them O boys You gon' get fucked over Rari's 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 Ya'll know I'm a grown boy Your clique full of broke boys God ya'll some broke boys God ya'll some broke boys We GBE dope boys We got lots of dough boy [Verse 2: Stalley] Still in all gold just like Mr. T Rollin’ up that Swisher Sweet Box Chevy with Diamond seats Ridin’ to this Diamond D Diamonds in my pinky ring Middle finger to you hatin’ niggas That hate to see a nigga do his thing But I’m doin’ me, a million last year Even after doin’ that Music Manage tour for free Now all I hear is “this year is me” And I told Ross if it ain’t I’mma clique on and run down on you rappers And your weak rhymes, I lost struggle because I kept grindin’ Man, speak honest – these weak niggas can’t compete I’mma be honest, I’m being modest Freshest nigga, come check the closets World tour and them checks deposit New whips with no mileage, new cribs by cold harbors Bury money in my back yard while you niggas goin’ back and forth
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