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letra de rock out - sosa hilfiger

[intro: sosa hilfiger]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: sosa hilfiger]
watch me rock out
young n-gga pull up, foreign car now
free all my bros, yeah, they in that lock down
young n-gga flexin’ up with lilmar now
watch me rock out
free all my bros, yeah, they in that lock down
young n-gga flexin’ up with lilmar now
ho’s wanna f-ck, yeah, they some bust downs

[verse 1: sosa hilfiger]
all these ho’s wanna f-ck, yeah
young n-gga, yeah, double cup, pour it up, yeah
i be drinkin’ mud, yeah, this is not no cap
n-ggas really cap, they ain’t never in no trap
young n-gga from the 803 just tryna make it out
tryna pull up in a benz, drop top in the south
that lil’ b-tch just wanna f-ck, but i only want the mouth
and you know i’m with lilmar, in the booth, we goin’ crazy, yeah
[?] gas i’m smokin’, yeah, it got me kinda lazy
lil’ b-tch, yeah, from down the street, her name mercedes, yeah
she tried to get my stuck, talkin’ ’bout “she got a baby”
but it’s still free the bros, yeah, we stick to the code, yeah
free green light, free [?] b, free 2-3, yeah, yeah
in the cold dirty world just tryna eat, yeah, yeah
late night, black mask, know i’m gon’ creep, yeah, yeah
all these b-tches wanna f-ck, they some freaks, yeah, yeah

[chorus: sosa hilfiger]
but b-tch, hold up, watch me rock out
young n-gga pull up, foreign car now
free all my bros, yeah, they in that lock down
young n-gga flexin’ up with lilmar now
watch me rock out
free all my bros, yeah, they in that lock down
young n-gga flexin’ up with lilmar now
ho’s wanna f-ck, yeah, they some bust downs

[verse 2: lilmar]
lilmar in this b-tch, you know
n-ggas know i’m finna blow
so i gotta keep a pole
got bread in my jeans, no dough
screamin’ “yeah” cause we rock out
put my tip in, i make that b-tch shout
put her on snap, b-tch get no clout
this b-tch down to f-ck, no doubt
f-ck three bad b-tches in a row
reload this nut, keep flowin’
it’s winter, blow this snow in
my b-lls in her mouth, no bowlin’
me and sosa in the booth with the gas
trainin’ bad b-tches, no cl-ss
breakin’ they backs, no gl-ss
two rounds each, then p-ss
fell out, can’t keep my locked down
i’m smart, n-gga, i ain’t no clown
i’m a king, b-tch, i tatted a crown
speedin’ in a beamer, through the whole town

- sosa hilfiger

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