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Credits
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Millyz
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Sosa Geek
Künstler:in
Myles Lockwood
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Myles Lockwood
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pablo Mcr
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Run that up, Rico)
[Verse 2]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Addy off with me
[Verse 3]
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 4]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 5]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 6]
Mob ties
We sellin' chickens like Popeyes
I'll leave him missin' like bye-bye
Bro, caught a body, that's my guy
Double cup, fill it with nineteen
Spin through his block like we're sightseeing
I'm wearin' a bandanna on my jeans
Roll up the lato, it's bright green
[Verse 7]
She lovin' my aura, it got her open
I pop a bean, the Hennessey soak
Sped on the chain, the V-V's is frozen
She gave me top right on top of the Tobin
Flex on an opp, I just got to provoke him
Bro, caught a case, he smacked it in motions
I hit a lick with a trappers devotion
Walk in the Faygo, my favoritist position
[Verse 8]
Woke off the drink had me negative
That's why I popped me a sedative
This life's too short so you better live
Spin, then spin, we repetitive
Uppin' the score, we competitive
This for the bro's that got sentences
I'm a get comma ,on comma, on comma
On comma, on comma
[Verse 9]
Pain killers in my body, I gotta lotta stress (Lotta stress)
I was just broke, I got a flex (Flex)
Die for the bros, I gotta rep (I gotta)
I got the juice, you rodames
I put ya bitch in a Prada dress
I was just down, so I gotta flex
(I was just down, so I gotta flex)
[Verse 10]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 11]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
[Verse 12]
You ain't got Sosa woke up (What?)
Two perks, mollie, and you know I keep a gun tucked ( I know)
All the opps is mad but (But what?)
All of my thoughts is mad nuts (Crazy)
Damn (What?)
But, I don't really give two fucks
Everywhere I go I walk with a pole
Opps see me, boy, you know that I blow
Cops come at me and I gotta get low
Damn (Cops)
I gotta get low (I'm lying)
How the fuck can you hurt me (How?)
When a **** off perkies
I got shooters out in Jersey (Jersey)
Haitian to Missouri (Aye, aye, aye)
Aye, look
They like Sosa, you insane bro (Insane)
Damn, why? (Why?)
The fuck you got a Drakeo (Drakeo)
'Cause, opps
Steady plottin', tryna lay low
Aye, so I see 'em (So)
I shoot they eyes till the case closed, lil' bitch
[Verse 13]
I had to go and get mine with a digi
We get the word, let it fly like a frisbee
Off of the addy, the hen got me dizzy (The hen got me nice)
[Verse 14]
Four and a baby, we shave into boulders
Weight in my trunk and it's weight on my shoulders
Bitch, where I'm from in the summer it's colder
Written by: Donovan Hardie, Myles Lockwood