Testo Weight - Sally Sossa
Testo della canzone Weight (Sally Sossa), tratta dall'album 4EVER SOSSA (Deluxe)
London on top floor swore that bent like a ford focus
Buss down my jewelry feels like I'm working out when I hold it
Dior my favorite my money so thick I couldn't fold it
All you bitches sweet I could've sworn they was sugar coated
Weight, weight
Money coming fast let me stop and pivot
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I just hit the dash but I didn't even feel it
Weight, weight
Put racks in my bag now my Birkin heavy
Weight, weight
Not even tryna brag but my money gaining
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You know I'm the biggest stepper
These hoes don't want no pressure
I just mixed some red into some wok and drank it all together
Pulled up on a hoe like yeah bitch it's whatever
I can't tell if these bitches be growing balls or growing feathers
Took a trip to Cali just to change the weather
Yeah I fucked your nigga but we not together
Hoe every time you see me I'm on another level
I just bought a buss down it came with a bezel
I don't have time to fit a broke nigga up on my schedule
I make all my hoes feel special
I got a street nigga straight from the block
I got a hood nigga* selling he running from
The laws he be shooting at the opps
I got a rich nigga buy me whatever I want
Like babe what do you want me to cop
I got a freak nigga eat it up until the morning
Like babe I don't want you to stop
I'm getting checks and I done it nigga
For nothing call me cream of the crop
A lot of the rap bitches bluffin' I been
Had the key so I got shit on lock
London on top floor swore that
Bent like a ford focus
Buss down my jewelry feels like
I'm working out when I hold it
Dior my favorite my money
So thick I couldn't fold it
All you bitches sweet I could've sworn
They was sugar coated
Weight, weight
Money coming fast let me stop and pivot
Weight, weight
I just hit the dash but I didn't even feel it
Weight, weight
Put racks in my bag now my Birkin heavy
Weight, weight
Not even tryna brag but my money gaining
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Why you broke hoes have too much to say
I guess it's my birthday
My wrist out with some icy cake
Pulled up in the Tesla driving
Itself like it's from outer space
These bitches tryna keep up
Hit the gas this is not a race and
Yeah I'm moving fast but I won't catch a case
Type of bitch to take a pj out the states
In a mink look like a cake
With some steppers and some
Demons moving weight
I touched a mil but I'm still in the hood
I'm from Texas you know we the home of
Finessing lil nigga it's all about the jugg
She ain't sly for that shit but she say she a
Stepper that's crazy you know that I would
And I clear a bitch right in her face so
It's never misunderstood
I'm having weight as I should
I'm shopping at Gucci while
Looking like a hoochie
Then made my way to Prada
These nigga tryna holla
Bought a bag from Louie then
When and bought some poochie
Basically I'm saying this some real
Expensive coochie
London on top floor swore that
Bent like a ford focus
Buss down my jewelry feels like
I'm working out when I hold it
Dior my favorite my money so thick
I couldn't fold it
All you bitches sweet I could've
Sworn they was sugar coated
Weight, weight
Money coming fast let me stop and pivot
Weight, weight
I just hit the dash but I didn't even feel it
Weight, weight
Put racks in my bag now my Birkin heavy
Weight, weight
Not even tryna brag but my money gaining
Weight
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Credits
Writer(s): Diego Javier Avendano, Christopher Terrell-fumbanks, Sally Hall, Sam Mikhak
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