Troy Ave - Love Sosa (Remix) lyrics

rate me

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

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

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.