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Chief Keef - Love Sosa | Shot by
Chief Keef - Love Sosa | Shot by Lyrics
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with those O boys, you gon' get fucked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough boy
[Verse 1]
These bitches love Sosa
And they love them Glo' Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy
But we cannot go boy
No I don't know ol' Boy
I know he a broke boy
Rari's and Rover's
Convertibles in bulk boy
You know I got bands boy
And it's in my pants boy
Disrespect them O Boys
You won't speak again boy
Don't think that I'm playin boy
No we don't use hands boy
No we don't do friends boy
Collect bands I'm a land lord
I gets lotsa commas
I can fuck yo mama
I ain't with the drama
You can meet my llama
Ridin with 3hunna
With 300 foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa
I swear to god they all on
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Don't make me call D. Rose boy
He six double-o boy
And he keep that pole boy
You gon' get fucked over
Bitch I done sell soda, and I done sell coka
She gon' clap for Sosa
He gon' clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes they do it for Sosa
Tado off that Molly water
So nigga be cool like water, for you get hit with this lava
Bitch I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price I'll cop it b
And yo bitch steady jockin' me
[Hook]
Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street
Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street Lyrics
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She's innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
Saturday, November 3, 2012
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