| Yeah Sosa
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| Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
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| Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah
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| Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
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| Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
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| Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)
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| Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
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| Court in Miami, they pay casement
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| FN with me, like my lady
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| He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately
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| Woke up my baby, my spot gated
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| Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes
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| Rockin' the latest, bitch I’m the greatest
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| Bitch I’m greedy, ayy, she Ace of Spade it, yeah
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| Never debate it, ayy, we get to sprayin'
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| It’s 11AM, a nigga still up
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| Runnin' it up, ain’t been to sleep once
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| I get it done, let’s have some fun
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| Shootout your dread, now it’s a bun
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| Boy when we come, you better run
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| What is to you, I am the one
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| Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park
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| RIP Dart, rip you apart
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| She don’t like when it fart, I told her I do
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| Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe
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| Won’t stop at you, actin' a fool
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| I see you fu', catch you with two
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| I got me a cup, but I don’t sip deuce
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| Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually
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| I’m up with tooly, these niggas fooly
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| Dick in her booty, my pants is Tsubi
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| Boy’s watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
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| They said I couldn’t do it, tell 'em I do this
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| They boy alley-oop me, I shine like a ruby
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| More clips than a movie, I need a movie
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| I’m in the club makin' a movie
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| Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it’s stupid
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| Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet
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| My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah
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| I didn’t pay my shooter, I try not to snooze
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| When I say 'choo, fifty times two
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| Took her some' new, I’m wearin' some' new
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| She skatin' the coupe, okay new new
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| Come play the flute, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I’m in the mood, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| How can I lose? |
| yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Eat ramen noodles, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Count me some loot, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Hop in the booth, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Your shit stupid, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Might hallelujah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Gettin' the pad, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Gettin' the bag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I love to swag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Don’t mean to brag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Pants is tight, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Still tote FN, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I ain’t your friend, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy
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| You ain’t my mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Pants cost a grand, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Paid her with a gram, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| 'Bout to buy me some land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| As soon as I land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Think he breakin' in, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Get hit with the fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Ain’t talkin' the fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Eagle ball at your mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| The hawk finna land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Fall off of the Benz, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Ain’t shakin' no hands, no no no no no no
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| I’m really the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I should have friends, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Just to get pants, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Louis my lens, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| We get them hands, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I was 15 years old, with a four-four, kick in the door
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| I put that on foes, oh who we go, I’m trained to blow
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| I’m from the go, pop zip and reload, gang we an O
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| Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door, bring the K to the door
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| 13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn’t fold under Bo
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| 7 years old, runnin' through the O, pickin' my nose
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| Jumped in the front of, knife of my mama, she was fightin' some ho
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| Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga what? |
| Right in the throat
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| Want me to fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags cuttin' the grass,
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| snakes and some ass, life it was fast
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| Wake up and stretch, mixed call from my ex, she talkin' 'bout sex
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| I got a check, check on the check, where is it at? |
| ayy
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| I’m with the gang, we shoot F&N's
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| I catch you lackin', one in his chin
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| Hollow tips, he won’t walk again
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| Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again |
| Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow
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| Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow
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| Got a Huracán and a Murciélago
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| Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto
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| Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo
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| Nigga know I’m poppin', like a bottle
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| Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang
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| Money Gang, that’s my gang
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| Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh
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| Trap three, nigga one more time
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| One AK, one of a kind
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| 1−800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'
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| Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line
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| Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'
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| Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind
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| Grab your bitch, hit her from behind
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| Ayy, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)
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| Put the red bricks in a Rover, ayy
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| Said I pull up and stunt
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| Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck
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| Call up Pablo Escobar, ayy
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| Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ayy
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| Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ayy
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| Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar
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| Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby
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| Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady
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| Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me
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| Ayy, I whip it up like babies
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| Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately
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| They ain’t gated, mansion gated
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| Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me (Yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gated, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Back From The Dead 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп