Sosa Chamberlain

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Ay, ay, ay
 P-P on the beat
 I got it all, the fuckin' dribble, ay
 I sort of laugh, know your riddle
 Sosa on the beat
 Your bitch got that wet, wet, my gun got that wet, wet
 But when she let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet, wet
 I'm off the drank, wet, wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
 She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch, you should've said that
 She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
 She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
 I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
 You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you a headache
 Who come here? You come here
 Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
 Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
 Water what I drink, can't mean all I get
 Pull up on a strip, that thing on my hip
 The police pull me over like it's weed on my lip
 Johnny called me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
 Yo' bitch call me mad, she said she bleached all my gear
 My daughter called me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
 These niggas always mad, they wanna eat all my dip
 The opps always mad, they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
 Until I come through blastin' like the heat, I ain't doin' shit
 I am Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
 Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
 I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
 Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
 I came in the game man, and you know I change it
 Sosa, what's your language?
 Bitch, I speak them acres
 Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
 Wanna put up your paper?
 I'm like okay cool
 My favourite player Butler, and I got a butler
 Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
 My favourite player Rose, ay, money on him, let's go
 We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
 And my favourite player Kobe, you be holy moly
 That mean you be with police
 When it's cold outside I got on no tee
 Mean that I can hold it, hold it underwater
 Pull up on your daughter, I'm a shark up in the water
 I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
 When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
 Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
 Don't give a fuck how you feel
 I gotta add a T
 Ay, I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
 Rocks just blingin', phone just ringin'
 I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
 Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
 I came in the game man, and you know I change it
 Sosa, what's your language?
 Bitch, I speak them acres
 Favourite team the Lakers, favourite team the Bulls
 Wanna put up your paper?
 I'm like okay cool
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
6
Tempo
135 BPM

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