Love Sosa Lyrics was released on October 18, 2012, from the Album ‘Once Upon a Time in 2012’. The song was sung by Chief Keef. Love Sosa Song Lyrics are penned by Keith Cozart and Tyree Pittman. The song labels are Glory Boyz and Interscope. While the song was produced by Young Chop.
Song Credits:
| Released | October 18, 2012 |
| Album | Once Upon a Time in 2012 |
| Singer | Chief Keef |
| Songwriter(s) | Keith Cozart & Tyree Pittman |
| Producer | Young Chop |
| Label | Glory Boyz, Interscope |
Love Sosa Lyrics:
I’m tired of motherfuckers in school tellin’ me, always in the barbershop
“Chief Keef ain’t ’bout this, Chief Keef ain’t ’bout that”
My boy a BD, on fuckin’ Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don’t be puttin’ in no work
Shut the fuck up, y’all niggas ain’t know shit
All y’all motherfuckers talkin’ about
“Chief Keef ain’t no hitter, Chief Keef ain’t this, Chief Keef a fake”
Shut the fuck up, y’all don’t live with that nigga
Y’all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin’ at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since, fuckin’, I don’t know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin’ playin’ him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talkin’ sweet about Chief Keef
I’m fuckin’ beatin’ they ass
I’m not fuckin’ playin’ no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, ha
O End or no end, ‘Raris and Rovers, ah
‘Raris and Rovers, ayy, broke boys, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang, ah
God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa (Ha), O End or no end (Yuh)
Fuckin’ with them O boys (Ha), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang-bang)
‘Raris and Rovers (Bang, skrrt), these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra (Bang-bang), now that boy slumped over (Bang, bang)
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
Y’all know I’m a grown boy (Bitch), yo’ clique full of broke boys (Bitch)
God, y’all some broke boys (Ah), God, y’all some broke boys (Bang-bang, ah)
We GBE dope boys (Bang-bang, GBE, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (Bang, bang), hah
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys (Ha)
Know we from the ‘Go, boy (Ha), but we cannot go, boy (Nah, nah, nah)
No, I don’t know old boy, I know he’s a broke boy (Yeah)
‘Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You know I got bands, boy (Bands), and it’s in my pants, boy (My pants)
Disrespect them O-Boys (Ha), you won’t speak again, boy (Again)
Don’t think that I’m playin’, boy (Nah), no, we don’t use hands, boy (Nah)
No, we don’t do friends, boy (Nah), collect bands, I’m a landlord (Bih, bih, bih)
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck yo’ momma (Yeah)
I ain’t with the drama (Nah), you can meet my llama (Bang-bang, bang, bang)
Ridin’ with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns (Yuh)
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored, ha (Ha, ha)
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end (Yuh, yuh, on God)
Fuckin’ with them O boys (Ha), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang)
‘Raris and Rovers (Skrrt), these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over (Bang-bang, bang, bang)
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise (Nah)
Y’all know I’m a grown boy (Bih), yo’ clique full of broke boys (Bih)
God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
We GBE dope boys (GBE, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (Ah, ah), ah
Don’t make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy (6hunna)
And he keep that pole, boy (Bang-bang), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang, bang)
Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca (Yuh)
She gon’ clap for Sosa (Clap, baby), he gon’ clap for Sosa (Yuh)
They do it for Sosa, them hoes (Ha), they do it for Sosa (Yuh)
Tadoe off the molly water, so, nigga, be cool like water
‘Fore you get hit with this lava (Bang-bang), bitch, I’m the trendin’ topic (Yuh)
Don’t care no price, I’ll cop it, B (Yuh), and your bitch steady jockin’ me (Bih, bih)
“Chief Keef ain’t ’bout this, Chief Keef ain’t ’bout that”
My boy a BD, on fuckin’ Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don’t be puttin’ in no work
Shut the fuck up, y’all niggas ain’t know shit
All y’all motherfuckers talkin’ about
“Chief Keef ain’t no hitter, Chief Keef ain’t this, Chief Keef a fake”
Shut the fuck up, y’all don’t live with that nigga
Y’all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin’ at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since, fuckin’, I don’t know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin’ playin’ him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talkin’ sweet about Chief Keef
I’m fuckin’ beatin’ they ass
I’m not fuckin’ playin’ no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, ha
O End or no end, ‘Raris and Rovers, ah
‘Raris and Rovers, ayy, broke boys, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang, ah
God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa (Ha), O End or no end (Yuh)
Fuckin’ with them O boys (Ha), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang-bang)
‘Raris and Rovers (Bang, skrrt), these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra (Bang-bang), now that boy slumped over (Bang, bang)
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
Y’all know I’m a grown boy (Bitch), yo’ clique full of broke boys (Bitch)
God, y’all some broke boys (Ah), God, y’all some broke boys (Bang-bang, ah)
We GBE dope boys (Bang-bang, GBE, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (Bang, bang), hah
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys (Ha)
Know we from the ‘Go, boy (Ha), but we cannot go, boy (Nah, nah, nah)
No, I don’t know old boy, I know he’s a broke boy (Yeah)
‘Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You know I got bands, boy (Bands), and it’s in my pants, boy (My pants)
Disrespect them O-Boys (Ha), you won’t speak again, boy (Again)
Don’t think that I’m playin’, boy (Nah), no, we don’t use hands, boy (Nah)
No, we don’t do friends, boy (Nah), collect bands, I’m a landlord (Bih, bih, bih)
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck yo’ momma (Yeah)
I ain’t with the drama (Nah), you can meet my llama (Bang-bang, bang, bang)
Ridin’ with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns (Yuh)
These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored, ha (Ha, ha)
These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end (Yuh, yuh, on God)
Fuckin’ with them O boys (Ha), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang)
‘Raris and Rovers (Skrrt), these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over (Bang-bang, bang, bang)
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise (Nah)
Y’all know I’m a grown boy (Bih), yo’ clique full of broke boys (Bih)
God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
We GBE dope boys (GBE, baby), we got lots of dough, boy (Ah, ah), ah
Don’t make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy (6hunna)
And he keep that pole, boy (Bang-bang), you gon’ get fucked over (Bang, bang)
Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca (Yuh)
She gon’ clap for Sosa (Clap, baby), he gon’ clap for Sosa (Yuh)
They do it for Sosa, them hoes (Ha), they do it for Sosa (Yuh)
Tadoe off the molly water, so, nigga, be cool like water
‘Fore you get hit with this lava (Bang-bang), bitch, I’m the trendin’ topic (Yuh)
Don’t care no price, I’ll cop it, B (Yuh), and your bitch steady jockin’ me (Bih, bih)