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lirik lagu glass house – sosmula

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[intro]
yeah, man
these n-gg-s lookin’ at me like they just seent a ghost man
fix your face ‘fore i fix it for you
b-tch, that’s vinny sosa, sosmula

[chorus]
these b-tches like “sos, why you so tatted up?”
if you ain’t know, hoe, i’m crazy like a bag of dust
say you gettin’ money but that sh-t ain’t addin’ up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
you baggin’ up some small sh-t
i’m baggin’ up a whole thing

[verse 1]
these b-tches be like, “sos, why you got so many tats?”
man, that b-tch is gross, tryna hit without my jimmy hat
n-gg- threw like 20 racks, gucci belt my semi strap
ridin’ in that bentley black, smoother than that henny black
bag it up, stash profit, make a milli in the projects
can’t fit this bread all in my pockets
when you eatin’, it’s hard to digest
break a c-ke in the pyrex
paper towels, let it dry next
f-ck a hooptie, straight benzes, yo
22 for these lenses, hoe
banana clips, they all extended though
what you think i’m in it for?
f-ck ’em, do it, like 10 a show
osb’s that emblem, hoe
ea gang’s that’s shout with posse
got c-ke, sell it proudly
sold them birds in the alley proudly
so i need some more powder, papi

[chorus]
these b-tches like “sos, why you so tatted up?”
if you ain’t know, hoe, i’m crazy like a bag of dust
say you gettin’ money but that sh-t ain’t addin’ up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
you baggin’ up some small sh-t
i’m baggin’ up a whole thing

[verse 2]
breakin’ down the ki, 90,000 in dimes
so i don’t see these n-gg-s, all i see is dollar signs
quick to beat these n-gg-s if they gettin’ out of line
turn this sh-t ‘to columbine if my money not on time
p-ssy n-gg-s be slap-boxing, real n-gg-, macs poppin’
make it rain, stacks droppin’, rubber bands on my stacks poppin’
old shoes in my back pockets, gg’s is all i wear, vv’s all in my ear
it’s like fiji all in my ear, you ain’t see me like in the air
i was up top, now i’m ballin’ hard
these p-ssy n-gg-s just mad i’m her, mia, f-ck cavalier
pop some ace while you grab a beer
b-tch got rich in a half a year
n-gg-s chain bling like a chandelier
n-gg-s chain bling like a chandelier

[chorus]
these b-tches like “sos, why you so tatted up?”
if you ain’t know, hoe, i’m crazy like a bag of dust
say you gettin’ money but that sh-t ain’t addin’ up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
it’s a brick, b-tch, every time i bag it up
you baggin’ up some small sh-t
i’m baggin’ up a whole thing