Love Sosa (freestyle) Lyrics - Rick Ross

We'll never stop, nigga 

Never... 

I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these niggas 

In the next two years, nigga 

Yeah, nigga... 

I say, I'm ridin' on Forges - call them my skaters 

You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers 

Niggas are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors 

2-2-3 go to lickin', and make your bitch go into labor 

Niggas hate when you winnin', you wanna kill 'em, I feel ya 

Took the top off the car, bitch, I know my face look familiar 

Fuckin' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a killin' 

When you count your first million you never forget the feelin' 

That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin' 

Niggas be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin' 

Badda dat da, dadda dat dat dat 

Black Belaire bottle bitch, you know my pockets fat 

Oil money gang, Double-M on my chain 

I just redid the deal, another 20 and change 

I step where I please, broke nigga freeze 

Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans 

I'm a G 

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These bitches love Sosa 

O End or no end 

Fuckin' with them O Boys 

You gon' get fucked over 

'Rari's & Rovers 

These hoes love Chief Sosa 

Hit him with that cobra 

Now that boy slumped over 

They do it all for Sosa 

You boys ain't makin' no noise 

Y'all know I'm a grown boy 

Your clique full of broke boys 

God y'all some broke boys 

God y'all some broke boys 

We GBE dope boys 

We got lots of dough, boy 

Photos 

Still in all gold just like Mr. T 

Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet, 

Box Chevy with Diamond seats 

Ridin' to this Diamond D 

Diamonds in my pinky ring 

Middle finger to you hatin' niggas 

That hate to see a nigga do his thing 

But I'm doin' me, a million last year 

Even after doin' that Music Matters Tour for free 

Now all I hear is "this year is me" 

And I told Ross if it ain't 

I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers 

And your weak rhymes 

I lost struggle because I kept grindin' 

Man, speak honest - these weak niggas can't compete 

I'mma be honest, I'm being modest 

Freshest nigga, come check the closets 

World tour and them checks deposit 

New whips with no mileage 

New cribs by Cold Harbor 

Bury money in my back yard 

While you niggas goin' back and forth