| Burr on me, and no it ain’t beer
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| Niggas like «Sosa, what’s to you?»
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| I’m busy working in the stu
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| It’s the new trap, so free Gu'
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| It’s me and Scoo, and Glo
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| And Black Migo
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| Phew, Bang
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| CEO’s
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| They like «Sosa, what’s to you?»
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| Baby, I’m busy in the stu
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| Free Gu'
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| It’s me and Scoo, and Glo
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| And Black Migo
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| Even though I’m Interscope, still have niggas at your door
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| Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go
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| Like all hail Almighty, there he go
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| If you got the chain, get that repoed
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| Tryna compare me like compare a ning ding to a 4-O
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| When I come through your block, bitch, I got ning ding and the 4-O
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| Now all your hear is sirens, but bitch I ain’t scared of no fucking po-po
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| My dear, my dear
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| Couple ten in my pocket, codeine four and two liter
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| Acting like you on that hot shit, boy, you don’t want no fever
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| How you wanna beef if vegetarians don’t eat it?
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| I got ten iPhones 5S's, I don’t need it
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| Ten Ks, ten FNs and ten Tecs, I don’t need it
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| I’m busy hearing Bang full, baby girl, and the rest don’t need it
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| Taking niggas out like a referee
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| Aye, I got pounds all up in the pantry
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| Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing
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| I got niggas with choppas and handses
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| Fuck with King Sosa, they chopping your family
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| I just bought ten mansions
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| Ten pounds, ten Macs, ten nines for ten bandses
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| Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy’s
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| Or I’ma get to bamming
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| Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio
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| Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Hoolio
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| King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio
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| Bitch better be sucking dick then king, almighty studio |