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Chief Keef – Sosa Chamberlain Lyrics

Bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet
I'm off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
Who come here, you come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like it's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo bitch call me mad she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter call me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip
The ops always mad they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the heat I ain't doin' shit

I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool

My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler
Gotta number forty, my forty a fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy molly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T

I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool
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Songwriters: Keith Cozart
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