Love Sosa (Keymix)

[Bridge:] I been feeling so damn dope now lately I wake up early with a girly, she ain't my lady It's just another toy, give me pain, give me joy It's the pyrex pot fisht, spot blaze boy, louder [Hook:] Bitches love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these bitches love soda [Verse 1:] The names had me pow up, oh they call me... A the... houses, snow like an aspic Psb them dope boys, everybody know that I am a dealer and a killer but don't quote that We don't fuck with chuck niggas We rather get bucks with it A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly bitches fuck with us Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama You just gotta deal with it, cause you don't want drama I ain't taking losses, michael take some porsches For a test driving, buy it if I like the horses I can really do that, ask my nigga wu jack He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that [Hook:] Bitches love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these bitches love soda [Verse 2:] Man I be on that bullshit, what did you expect though Born and raised in brooklyn, you niggas just slept close Fronting gets you nowhere, so don't even go there I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer Now you just a rudolph, headshots a rude off I ain't got no manners, I demand you take your jewels off Only robbing fuck boys just to violate them Diamonds in my Jesus, God why you create them If I ruled the world, it would be sucker free And it would be a joy and I would have every key Even in the drought still I had plenty keys Asking niggas getting money, what's the truth about me, aha [Hook:] Bitches love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These bitches love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these bitches love soda