SosMula - BAWSKEE K lyrics
SosMula [Vinicius Sosa] São Paulo, Brasil/U.S. 🇧🇷 🇺🇸
[SosMula - BAWSKEE K lyrics]
Army boy, army boy
Is that Shoki on the beat? Ayy
Hellsing reapyy
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him
Ayy, doo doo doo doo doo
That's my TEC talking
Little bitch just shut your mouth
I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands
He a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands
Shoot his chest off him
I said "fuck Bawskee", bitch, you want smoke
You get hit diamond brazy, flick the wrist
We been slidin' with the tint
I put silence on my Tommy
You ain't boutta hear a shit
Put machete through your skully
You gon' get your wig split
You a Disney Channel baby
You ain't scaring not shit
Jewelry game Fugazy chains look like hot shit
You was raised up in the burbs
You wasn't scared of not shit
You was training in the army
Pussy still ain't pop shit
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think hе shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dancе on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him
Sippin syrup outta double cup
I'm rude about it i just left the lot
I'm smoking gas with shooters prolly
Had his mans go set him up
He never knew about it
Put that boy rite on the news
Fuck 12 go do about it bitch it's Big Sleez
Made out the way from the projects
I'm who you can't be
Driving faded feeling nauseous
Imma flip the 'rari like a pop of narcotics
Came up from the Yo
We were trapping out apartments
Ayy, doo doo doo doo doo
That's my TEC talking
Little bitch just shut your mouth
I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands
He a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands
Shoot his chest off him
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him
Is that Shoki on the beat? Ayy
Hellsing reapyy
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him
Ayy, doo doo doo doo doo
That's my TEC talking
Little bitch just shut your mouth
I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands
He a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands
Shoot his chest off him
I said "fuck Bawskee", bitch, you want smoke
You get hit diamond brazy, flick the wrist
We been slidin' with the tint
I put silence on my Tommy
You ain't boutta hear a shit
Put machete through your skully
You gon' get your wig split
You a Disney Channel baby
You ain't scaring not shit
Jewelry game Fugazy chains look like hot shit
You was raised up in the burbs
You wasn't scared of not shit
You was training in the army
Pussy still ain't pop shit
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think hе shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dancе on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him
Sippin syrup outta double cup
I'm rude about it i just left the lot
I'm smoking gas with shooters prolly
Had his mans go set him up
He never knew about it
Put that boy rite on the news
Fuck 12 go do about it bitch it's Big Sleez
Made out the way from the projects
I'm who you can't be
Driving faded feeling nauseous
Imma flip the 'rari like a pop of narcotics
Came up from the Yo
We were trapping out apartments
Ayy, doo doo doo doo doo
That's my TEC talking
Little bitch just shut your mouth
I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands
He a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands
Shoot his chest off him
Uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him uh, mans, mans, mans
That's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down
Do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this bitch
Moonwalking on him
He think he shit, we at his crib
Take his bands off him