Sosa Flow 2 Lyrics

These hoes like tornado, all these bitches spinning back

Put it on the table count the cash when I get back

Them boys telling fables they ain't never shot a gat

Them boys telling fables they ain't never caught a hat

I put diamonds on her coochie, she gone shine with her cat

I buy diamonds, I buy Gucci if I really love the Nat

I put diamonds on her dermal, she gone shine from the back

I put diamonds on her dermal, she gone shine with that ass

I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas you can go and tell them that

I done sold my soul to this rap shit I ain't never turning back

I done turned my lil hoe ratchet, she ain't never turning back

Know my twin he keep a ratchet just in case he gotta-

Huh, huh, huh, huh, I don't say the word I don't promote the violence

Wish a nigga would try Sosa, shit get violent

The way I fuck the bitch, I want some shit you know she buy it

The way I fuck the bitch up off the drank, the lil ho crying

The way I love this bitch, I want the friend I had to try it

I only text my bitch at the end of the week, I call her Friday

She know she wanna be my main squeeze, she can't deny it

She know I'm tryna get the racks on me that's why she trying

These niggas tried to copy the swag, I said some they quiet

Them niggas don't believe your raps, when I say some they buy it

I'm so damn straight-faced don't make expression when I'm lying

I'm so damn straight-faced don't make expression when they dying

I been cooling, I been chilling, I ain't with the wilding

My hoe old as hell she don't even know I go to college

The way these bitches make me sick, I'm damn near feeling nauseous

I know she want a baby out Lil Sosa, I got to be cautious

I ain't picking shit up out my teeth but I be flossing

I can turn a regular ass freak into a boss

I just roll a blunt then I get high, deal with a loss

I be guarding all my bad bitches like I'm Sauce

I just went up top on all these niggas, Randy Moss

They wanna be up top with me and my gang but this shit cost

I'm so damn fly could put a fit together at Ross

When I get some paper, get a chain from Alex Moss