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