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letra de sosa chamberlain - willtharapper

[intro]
bb on the beat
sosa on the beat

[verse 1]
bank rolls i can see my future full of bank rolls
csg the gang yeah we use to rock the same clothes
pulled up on the same hoes
one up i got aim hoe
rubber keep that thing close
hold up it’s the gang show
i just hit a lick now he screaming where ma chain go
counter full of bricks
f-ck the law i can’t go django
all my n-gg-s strapped
they like what you need a bang for
rolled in by a strap got it beaming through his peephole
solo got the mack i just bought my desert eagle
ever since a young man ma flow sh-t been illegal
all up in ma business put some lotion on em knees hoe
[?] by the ocean got her watching where the weed grow
choking while i’m smoking
ride fast like a speed boat
focus why you loping n-gg-
where the f-ck your team go
left ma old b-tch shawty kept her self esteem low
slow on yellow but on green
i swear my whole team go
i just need a shawty with a dream and a mean flow
free all of my n-gg-s out them chains and them jean coat
chucky b-tch you know i do my thing when i’m single
shout out show my shawty got a job to put her jeans on
i make all my dope white on the streets i see them phines on
book me for a show i let you know my whole team going
shawty looking for a track i did for her the single
i need me a shawty and a [?] to put a ring on
b-tches thinking cause a n-gg- rap i make it rain on em
ay ay, solo rapping n-gg-
wa did do fool, look

[verse 2]
when the feds try and bag us
we ain’t matching n-gg-s names
f-ck that twitter beef we go start sn-tching n-gg-s chains
they selling wet work like they trapping in the rain
if you ain’t plugged there
then they taxing for them things
still i get half for half
i’m a smoker not a shooter
but don’t get this rap sh-t twisted
you want smoke then i’ma shoot ya
head shots how i’ma do ya
my men they bout that action
they don’t give a f-ck about beefing
d-mn sure don’t give no f-cks bout rapping
they ain’t frapping they just clapping
can’t even keep em cool
my n-gg- ty be lurking he be geeked to pull a move
and that move might be you looking sweet as b-tter
might have been my man before
but i’m a [?] mother f-cker
but my good man still my good man
won’t change on em for nothing
ain’t beefin over b-tches we just beef when n-gg-s bluffin
ain’t no calling truce or squashing sh-t
no type of discussion we just pulling up on n-gg-s
hopping out and give the [?]
n-gg-s running and ducking they tryna dodge this chopper
my money spend on lawyers
they money spend on doctors
when i get rich ima leave the streets for something proper
but sh-t, up until then it’s anything to get a dollar
dollar dollar dollar

- willtharapper

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