Chief Keef - Sosa Style Lyrics
[Verse: Chief Keef]Kush to Face, that's the antidoteCops pull us over, don't panic hoHey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy SosaI'm smokin' dope, you smokin cantaloupeYou smokin' watermelon, you smoke fruit packWhere they do that at***** I smoke the best O-GMy breitling better than your RollieWho you? I don't know you!Glock on me, turn your ass to tofuTurn your ass to Thai foodDo a drive-by by youHit you aye, guarantee won't miss youBoy I know your momma's gonna miss youAnd kiss you, give her a tissueTime to pull up on the opps get our pistolsNiggas too old, I swear these niggas too grownI'm too young, with all this moneyWhat the ***** I'mma do with all this money?I'mma spend it then get it backI'mma spend it, just make niggas madI'mma spend it, I ain't gon ride in JagsI'mma spend it on a *****in' M-5, M-6Hey, hey and a RariHey, pull up, pull off sorryAin't no talkin'You knew that the coppers lurkin'They lookin' for AlmightyBecause they see me in that tall bodyRidin' round look like Yao MingIt's a bird, it's a plane, it's almightyMoney in my right and left and back pocketHey all these *****es polly pocketAll they want is all me pocketsI just told them thottie stop itI just told them thottie pop itYou gotta little buttCan you turn it up?You got some lips, what can you do with them?Can you handle this pipe?Girl it probably change your lifeI'm rollin' off a flat too***** you know what a flat doWe gonna ***** all nightWe gonna bust all nightGlowin' hard *****, I bust all the lightsToo cold, I bust all the pipesLike Dro say, when you're right, you're right
