SOSA

I'm on the sosa I'm bout to glo up I'm on the sosa I need a chauffeur I'm on the sosa Y'all on the sofa I'm on the sosa Y'all money short bus Riding in roadster I'm bout to throw up I need like 4 shots I need like 4 blunts I got my bands up B.B. hold pants up If Saweetie a cancer I need me a cancer Sleezy the answer Stay with a dancer Is sleez in demand, uh Is sleezy the man, duh Don't do the banter I can't romance her He crying over a bitch He need to stand up He get his Rick off the rack We getting rickety racks I hit his bitch from the back now She wanna live in my lap I don't do chit with the chat Don't give a shit what you had You niggas live in the past Cuz you ain do shit with the bag I'm on the sosa I'm bout to glo up I'm on the sosa I need a chauffeur I'm on the sosa Y'all on the sofa I'm on the sosa Y'all money short bus I'm on the sosa I'm 'bout to glo up I'm on the sosa I need a chauffeur I'm on the sosa Y'all on the sofa I'm on the sosa aye