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sosamann - monday night raw lyrics
[intro]
(d_mn, quad, this sh_t bang)
nah, fahsh_tsho
ooh, aye
yeah, yeah
nah, we gone kick sh_t out just like this
ooh, know what im saying
ooh, hey
[verse 1]
heard you on the bullsh_t, boy you need to stop
i done came from the bottom to the top
i done came from a kid with a dream on the block
to a grown ass man having whole bunch of knots
never run in my life, ‘less i seen me a cop
type of n_gga at the jeweler spend a hundred on a watch
in the kitchen had to wrestle with the pot like the raw
did this sh_t on my own, n_gga i ain’t take hand outs
scarface, you could say goodnight to the bad guys
i ain’t talkin’ migos, i was servin’ stir fry
had to let a b_tch go, she was having bad vibes
cause i’m tryna do it real big, talking world_wide
every time, n_gga getting flamed no campfire
up all night got me living like a vampire
yeah, i sold white trap house looks vandalized
now i go brazy on the beat gotta put the flow in overdrive
and i had to reach all my goals
had stash out the loads
now i gotta lot of paper no kings, though
cold n_gga should’ve put a mink on
have ’em at your hood shooting sh_t, no b roll
roll up the woods, n_gga, i don’t do the pre_roll
young n_gga winning like i put in the cheat code
big blood, i’m a call a hunnid bands b notes
blow up like c4, b_tch giving deep throat
on sauce
[bridge]
ooh, i came from hustlin’ the avenue
i had to stack me some revenue
when you get money they mad at you
if you play with the bag i’m after you
aye, i was out tryna get paid
i was out finding my way
12 was tryna put me in a cage
[verse 2]
but no i can’t go back
had to make more stacks
yeah i’m going crazy in the booth, ate on the track
quad made the beat, and it had to get kidnapped
sh_t so hard, almost had to tell it, “relax”
big facts, yeah i sold dope and some air_max
keep me on stakes, when the bag on fat_fat
duck ass n_gga, i’m a call his ass aflac
had to send the p’s back, plug send the bag back
had to send the weed back, wasn’t good, i don’t know
one thing for sure, sosa roll up the indo
had to cash out, maybach for the benzo
i was down bad n_gga used to drive a pinto
now i break the b_tch, make her send it through the venmo
getting to the cake, that is part of my m.o
i ain’t telling info, wrist full of emeralds
cop ass n_gga, i’m a call him carl winslow
rat ass n_gga, i’m a stay away, so far
and the cup got wock in it, no bar
lil’ bad ass kid i was breaking laws
now i live like a big fish, sauce jaws
i got myself rich_rich, no facade
and you know i’m a big dog, no paws
and i was doing it real small, now its large
if a n_gga wanna wrestle do him like monday night raw
n_gga wanna wrestle i’m a jab, i’m a hook
do you smell, wanna look at what i’m cookin?
i’m a sauce_dripping vet, and the n_gga, he a rookie
i done f_cked around and mixed the k.k. with the cookie
as a lil’ n_gga i ain’t ever ever get boogie
ridin’ round with the automatic loaded and its fully
right now i’m recording in a dior hoodie
i’m a sauce ass n_gga make the b_tch sell, i could’ve
aye, on sauce
[outro]
hey, nah fash_tsho, man
old sauce ass n_gga
yeah thats me, he is?
aight, aight, it’s him
slim with no brim
just the braids for the babes
drippin’ sauce all mothef_cking day
hey, hey, ooh
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