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drive to memphis - sosamann lyrics

[intro]
ooh
uh
ayy
hey
yuh
uh*uh
ooh

[verse 1]
we got hit like the oven
you got beef, we got chops by the dozen
and i’m eatin’, ain’t talkin’ ’bout stuffing
watch us up ’cause these people be bluffin’
ain’t no cops, so i can’t do no clubbin’
i’m a p, b*tch, i can’t do no cullin
otb ’cause this sh*t here is bustin’
get in trouble
don’t you sing, david ruffin
shoot it back, i be sosa mclovin
super bae, yeah, i feel like i’m boosie
my young n*ggas slidin’, no tootsie
with clips and they shoot like a movie
i jump in the ride with the uzi
i count money whenever i’m moody
i came out the dungeon, was totin’ a toolie
and you gotta watch n*ggas ’cause somе of ’em groupies
yeah, i’ma go stupid
on this bеat, yeah, you know i go dumb
i can’t f*ck with her, she ain’t got funds
puttin’ smoke up in both of my lungs
and my diamonds, they dance like the prom
i rep the big b, if you play, you gettin’ stumped
on the west why i m where i’m from
try to dunk on me, you’ll get hung
try to dunk on me, you know i blocked it, uh*uh
yeah, i’m on defense, i feel like i’m robin all day
these n*ggas ain’t pickin’ up cotton, they pickin’ up p’s of exotic then buy ’em
you havin’ no motion, i know that you lyin’
havin’ water like oceans, i might leave you blind
in the system, they tryna hit me with some time
might used to take off when i heard them sirens
young n*gga was gone
free benji, he on the way home
they dropped ‘raris, i’m wearin’ vlone
i got b*tches, they singin’ my songs
in the maybach, i jump into memphis ten just to get it, washed up by a gong
with my brothers if they right or wrong
ain’t no back and forth, this ain’t ping pong
know we rollin’ up, smokin’ on strong, ayy
trust sosa, we rollin’ up
he a peon, he ain’t grow with us
[?] got the game in a cobra clutch
told my dog we gon’ get it in for the both of us
i only beef if it’s over for us
told big mo we still pourin’ up purple stuff
in the trap, got it jumpin’ like double dutch, ayy
[interlude]
nah, just jokin’
know what i’m sayin’?
gotta let the beat breathe for a lil’ bit
‘fore i give it to y’all how i give it to y’all
because i’ll give it to y’all ears how i give it to y’all
you know what the f*ck i’m sayin’?
ooh*ooh

[verse 2]
you know i gotta get it, you know sosa jump back in his rhythm
in the spot countin’ hundreds and fifties
shoutout t**zy ’cause these n*ggas silly
got some ego, might takin’ a philly
havin’ nightmares and dreams, meek milly
cut off lil’ buddy, i heard he was stealin’
they ain’t spillin’, that ain’t drippin’
i’m a hundred, tell ’em free the villains, ooh
they gotta go free the train
i’ma cook her like ‘caine
he wanna rob, so i did him like cain
i’m sorry, mama, i’m deep in the game
came up from hustlin’ and servin’ stains
before i leave this earth, they gon’ know my name
and i don’t want the b*tch because she is lame
you see what i’m saying? uh
do you see what i mean?
gotta get you some green
outkast, so fresh and so clean
i splash when i’m on the scene
stack the cash tall, yao ming
knock his ass out, ali
it ain’t ’bout the bag, i’ma leave you
ain’t talkin’ books but we got magazines, uh
don’t trust a book ’til you read all the chapters
i’m not a rapper, yeah, i am a splasher
more young n*gga, he steppin’ like captors
sosa eatin’ cold like he from alaska
and i played over stoves when whippin’ that battle
i was servin’ o’s as a lil’ rascal
yeah, these n*ggas mad, i’ma make ’em madder
hey
[outro]
off south, mane
straight up
sosa, seven

- sosamann lyrics

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