Dave East - Love Sosa (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Coca coca,

bitches love (bitches love)

bitches love (bitches love)

bitches love (bitches love)

coca coca

Yeah yeah

Light it

Any trap I post up, pull your car like poker

I know a couple smokers, say they love that coca,

know the niggas chopped though like they making coca's,

brought in with your main bitch we might f*ck your both up

my life it ain't so turned up, LG bitch I'm first up,

I just pop to purcanses, I'm leanin off my first cup,

profit that's my day one, careful when them case come,

yeah I f*ck a lot of bitches doubted it if I taste one

Harlem where I came from.

Pulled up with that same gun

all my niggas add it to f*ck you when where you came from

smoking till my day done, lock off like they can't

talking shit on Facebook, shooting till its face done

this in on that Twitter shit, all my soldiers militant,

no more room for f*ck niggas, they just let the realest and gorillas

and the banana clips, that hammer it,

if you out of line and NYPD ain't stopping mine,

you try, you see your problem died, that's the bottom line,

I got the drop let's line em up, kicking the door, then time up,

woke up diving I ain't riding up, nobody home nigga rogers up,

I call ym f*ck for a lot of stuff, lot of pills, lot of weed, it's a lot of us,

she mollie swag and I'm popular,

she wanna taste the kid I'm not stopping up

this straight yall a little bake and soda,

ass some ice and that's crap,

blowing heads with soda this game is over maintain the culture get racks,

my pain is show you I can't control and not in the blow with this mack,

you lames exposed and I'm not changing flows like I'm changing clothes you niggas wet,

one pay sows, I'm on pay sows 'cause my man hoes switched up,

now I break O's in my back roll got ace and rolls in my cup,

I play your hoe, she got lay before when my game come over she f*ck

little nasty bitch she got mad and shit,

and I ain't passed the pimp 'cause she suck,

them packages I'm on my package shit,

green pay to the face I ain't passing this

one hand on the wheel I ain't crashing it,

give my hands on the will got cash to get,

need a faster chick 'cause I hate slow,

bust and George bout to straight blow,

been going hard since H 4, that's 92 got a grinded crew

all you rappers is talkings, niggas trapping with garbage

my connect call long distance

phone bout to doubt gotta get my charger

I'm in the streets no cuffle wits, goddamn I gotta hit my barba,

we're riding through, can't find you I got niggas that it hit your farber.

Any trap I post up, pull your car like poka,

I know a couple smokers, say they love that coca,

know some niggas chopped though, like they making cocas,

fronting with your main bitch we might f*ck you both up,

my life is so turned up, LG bitch I'm first up,

I just pop to purcanses, I'm leanin off my first cup,

profit that's my day one, careful when them case come,

yeah I f*ck a lot of bitches doubted it if I taste one

Harlem where I came from.

Thanks to Gene for correcting these lyrics