Troy Ave - Love Sosa (Keymix) lyrics

I been feeling so damn dope now lately I wake up early with a girly, she ain't my lady It's just another toy, give me pain, give me joy It's the pyrex pot fisht, spot blaze boy, louder [Hook:] b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these b**hes love soda The names had me pow up, oh they call me... A the... houses, snow like an aspic Psb them dope boys, everybody know that I am a dealer and a k**er but don't quote that We don't f** with chuck n***as We rather get bucks with it A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly b**hes f** with us Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama You just gotta deal with it, cause you don't want drama I ain't taking losses, michael take some porsches For a test driving, buy it if I like the horses I can really do that, ask my n***a wu jack, He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that [Hook:] b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these b**hes love soda Man I be on that bullsh**, what did you expect though Born and raised in brooklyn, you n***as just slept close Fronting gets you nowhere, so don't even go there I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer Now you just a rudolph, headshots a rude off I ain't got no manners, I demand you take your j**els off Only robbing f** boys just to violate them Diamonds in my Jesus, God why you create them If I ruled the world, it would be s**er free And it would be a joy and I would have every key Even in the drought still I had plenty keys Asking n***as getting money, what's the truth about me, aha [Hook:] b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca Put the fire lower, burn it down slower Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know But these b**hes love soda.