Sosa (Explicit)
Az"Sosa (Explicit)" is a song by Az, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:45 long and contains 39 lines and 333 words.
Lyrics
0:00Composer: Trackmasters
0:08Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view
0:13Check credentials and niggas next to push tha Benz through
0:15You know the glow iced out rings long dough
0:18Spandex, Moshino, ho bitches lettin' their thong show
0:21I play the game, took plenty paper still remain the same
0:23Age and name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang
0:26Domestic, no more crime play but still connected
0:29It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics
0:31Ways spendin', double shades of beige linin, 97' Expedition
0:35Displayed with all the trimmins
0:37Travel light push tha LS on casual nights
0:39Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe
0:41That shit will have you right
0:42I roll dice trying to defrost from this cold life
0:44Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now I hold mics
0:47And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún
0:50Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms, furnished up
0:53Too many foul niggas time to turn it up
0:55Push about a buck and shift gears burn the clutch
0:57Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness
1:01Precious jewels a life thats priceless
1:03I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes
1:06Cash rules new crews who made the news
1:08We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature
1:11Indeed shots of Henrock, and weed'll escalate ya
1:14Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
1:16I took tha short cut puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts
1:20The night type, love dime bitches and night life
1:22Casino dice sexy strip dancers and white ice
1:24I seen the movie most of you niggas couldn't move me
1:27Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an uzi
1:30So bust ya run, or cock back bust your gun but I fake none
1:33I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin'
1:36Intellect an long vision, connects in prison
1:39And real niggas wit recognition
1:41So respect the mission volume one
1:42Second addition the next dimension
1:45Dotted line sign your deposition
Composer: Trackmasters Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view Check credentials and niggas next to push tha Benz through You know the glow iced out rings long dough Spandex, Moshino, ho bitches lettin' their thong show I play the game, took plenty paper still remain the same Age and name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang Domestic, no more crime play but still connected It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics Ways spendin', double shades of beige linin, 97' Expedition Displayed with all the trimmins Travel light push tha LS on casual nights Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe That shit will have you right I roll dice trying to defrost from this cold life Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now I hold mics And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms, furnished up Too many foul niggas time to turn it up Push about a buck and shift gears burn the clutch Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness Precious jewels a life thats priceless I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes Cash rules new crews who made the news We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature Indeed shots of Henrock, and weed'll escalate ya Some mostly touch along the line crossed up I took tha short cut puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts The night type, love dime bitches and night life Casino dice sexy strip dancers and white ice I seen the movie most of you niggas couldn't move me Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an uzi So bust ya run, or cock back bust your gun but I fake none I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin' Intellect an long vision, connects in prison And real niggas wit recognition So respect the mission volume one Second addition the next dimension Dotted line sign your deposition
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