sospurpp - sosamann lyrics
[intro: sosamann]
oh yeah
d-mn quad, this sh-t bang
d-mn quad, this sh-t ill
d-mn quad on this track, goyard like
nah, b-tch
ooh, hey
[verse 1: sosamann and smokepurpp]
it’s a black fightin’ on the way with them bricks
but you know we still gon’ tax ’em
if a n-gga play, then you know we gon’ wax ’em
n-gga rock amiri, never ever had pacsun
n-gga pop p’s, now he askin’ for a refund
n-gga, you a dweeb and your whole clique be on
i’ma get the cheese and make it do a rerun
how you want beef and you don’t even own you a gun?
slide on your block like a madman
i ain’t had sh-t and all my diamonds ain’t dancin’
make ’em took a fl1ck, shoot a glock like a cannon
ice on the wrist make a b-tch do a handstand
i don’t smoke grams, man, gotta keep a drum like a band man
n-gga try to hit me, get dropped like a dodge ram (uh)
n-gga on the aux like a motherf-ckin’ ceilin’ fan
a n-gga got seasoning, no cinnamon
i’m soss
[verse 2: smokepurpp]
b-tch, betcha i came up out the mud like a diamond
choppa wipe a n-gga nose, lose his sinus (yeah)
and i’m f-ckin’ on these hoes, they chinese (uh)
i could really give a f-ck if they siamese (purpp)
f-ck a b-tch, keep the chopper right beside me
me and sosa runnin’ blocks, athletic (woo)
these n-ggas fake, prosthetic (b-tch)
b-tch, i don’t wanna f-ck, behead it (uh-huh)
then i saw trap and grabbed packs and i sent ’em (uh-huh)
he was talkin’ crazy, so the glock, yeah he met him
let the glock blow heat, like a blow dryer (blow)
boy, i’m at these n-ggas necks, like a bowtie (oh)
then i f-cked a n-gga b-tch from the back side (yeah)
watch how i switcheroo
karate chop a b-tch like kung-fu (yeah)
these n-ggas don’t want beef, like tofu (purrp)
diamonds wet, got him sick like he got bad flu (uh)
[verse 3: sosamann]
yeah, they sneeze on a n-gga like achoo
had a b-tch blow on the kid like some hot soup
in the trap, n-gga, i drive-thru
make ’em bleed like a band with the pirus
you ain’t fifty and my show ain’t ja rule
and my kid, he ballin’, ain’t talkin’ like caillou, ayy
n-gga try play with the soss, now you know he dead
sit in the coupe, i ain’t lookin’ for chicken head
drippin’ with purpp and we count up them benjamins
deny me a b-tch and she come from the hill to hit
the plug, he white just like eminem
strapped in the minivan, going up i-10
over top rope, belly boy, i dive in
catch me an opp, and hang him right out with the clan, ooh
[outro: sosamann]
nah, for sh-t sure
came in all and he done come back
i got smokepurrp in the b-tch drippin’ with me
know what i’m sayin’
got a whole bunch of diamonds on us
nah, we was so icy boys, we was so pricey boys
know what i’m sayin’, what this sauce cost
whaddup
ooh
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