SOSAMADEIT - Cruisin'

"SOSAMADEIT"
Yeah I could fuck with that
She got a new man
I told her good luck with that
I ride with some tens
Im tryna get under that
I lost a few friends
But you know I'm done with that
(Done with that)
What you gone do for the bag
You niggas goin out sad
I been that nigga
But Ian really tryna brag
Puerto Rican bitch she bad
She fuck with me
Cause I stay with them racks
True religion denim
Came with the flaps
Pockets so deep
I be loosing my cash
I Don't got a wallet
Only duffle bags
Gucci cologne
It done Cost me a rack
All of my blessings
Started way back
When I was a jit
I was skipping class
Doing the most
Just so I could pass
Got this lil ting
And she came with that ass
She get real freaky
I might have to smash
Whippin the Mozzy
I'm going too fast
I put on my seatbelt and
pray I don't crash
The bigger the blunt
The louder gas
The cleaner the water
The greener the grass
Hop inna wraith and
Don't let off the gas
I seen them lights
So I had to spazz
Swerving through traffic
Left them in the past
Just keep on moving
No time to look back
We passin and shooting
You know it's gone splash
When we roll the sticky
It smell like that gas
I smoke out the pound
I don't sip on no flask
I'm focused on riches
Cause I wanna bag
I'm doing it different
I'll leave it at that
I'm like that song that
You thought was wack
Skipping it forward
Then you play it back
Yeah
Yuh
Yeah I could fuck with that
She got a new man
I told her good luck with that
I ride with some tens
Im tryna get under that
I lost a few friends
But you know I'm done with that
(Yuh)
I don't do this shit that often
But when I do It
I just get this bitch poppin
I run up them Bandz
Why I look like an auction
I love to withdraw
But I'm all bout deposits
Talk to me I'm bout my profit
Put yo main bitch right in Prada
Now she right up in my pocket
13 on me like I play for the Rockets
Harden shimmie step back then I Pop it
I'm going viral like the trending Topic
All my fans love to stare
I know they watching
Look at me now bitch you know I'm bossin
Throw me lob
I'm gone randy moss him
Don't play with a youngin
Think he done lost it
Life's a bitch
And it's ends in coffin
That's why I smoke this doe
It keep me coughing
Yeah I could fuck with that
She got a new man
I told her good luck with that
I ride with some tens
Im tryna get under that
I lost a few friends
But you know I'm done with that
Young nigga Sosa
Ain't riding no wave
I started this shit
Now I'm changing the game
Beefin with me then
I'm taking yo name
Fuckin w me then
You going insane
I got loved ones
I lost to the grave
This shit fucked up
And it gonna change
I was made for it
Got though all the pain
Now I'm hustling
Everyday in the rain
Big body I go hard in the paint
Big bank I ain't talking bout Chase
Big racks put em right in safe
Big ratchet I ain't talking bout Clank
(Big ratchet
I ain't talking bout clank)

Written by:
mikel sosa

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