Love Sosa - Chief Keef | Guitar Chords

[Intro (Fade In)]
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I'm tired of motherfuckers in school tellin' me, always in the barbershop
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"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that"
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My boy a BD, on fuckin' Lamron and them
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He, he, they say that nigga don't be puttin' in no work
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Shut the fuck up, y'all niggas ain't know shit
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All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about
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"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
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Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that nigga
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Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
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Shootin' at the police and shit
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Nigga been on probation since, fuckin', I don't know when
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Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
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Them niggas savages out there
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If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef
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I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass
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I'm not fuckin' playin' no more
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Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
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(Young Chop on the beat)
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Love Sosa,  bitches love Sosa,    ha
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O End or no end, 'Raris and Rovers, ah
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'Raris and Rovers, ayy
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         God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
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These bitches love Sosa

[Chorus]
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O End or no end
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Fuckin' with them O boys you gon' get fucked over
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'Raris and Rovers these hoes love Chief Sosa
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Hit him with that Cobra now that boy slumped over
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They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
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Y'all know I'm a grown boy yo' clique full of broke boys
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God, y'all some broke boys God, y'all some broke boys
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We GBE dope boys we got lots of dough, boy

[Verse 1]
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These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
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Know we from the 'Go, boy, but we cannot go, boy
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No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
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'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
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You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
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Disrespect them OBoys you won't speak again, boy
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Don't think that I'm playin', boy no, we don't use hands, boy
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No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
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I gets lots of commas, I can fuck yo' momma
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I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
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Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
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These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
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These bitches love Sosa



[Verse 2]
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Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six doubleO, boy
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And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over
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Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca
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She gon' clap for Sosa he gon' clap for Sosa
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They do it for Sosa, them hoes they do it for Sosa
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Tadoe off the molly water, so, nigga, be cool like water
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'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trendin' topic
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Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B and your bitch steady jockin' me
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These bitches love Sosa



[Outro (Fade Out)]
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