SpotemGottem – “Sosa Flow” [Audio, Lyrics]

SpotemGottem - Sosa Flow

American rapper, unveils a new song, “”. Stream, buy, read the lyrics.

Spotemgottem Sosa Flow
Spotemgottem Sosa Flow

Florida rapper SpotemGottem was in the news last week after he was nearly killed in a drive-by shooting. The rapper was struck in both of his legs, and his car was riddled with over twenty bullet-holes when a road-raged driver pulled up and started shooting. Spotem had just left the studio and was reportedly on the freeway at the time of the shooting.

While it was initially feared that the 19-year-old rising star was in critical condition, his status improved and his legal representative confirmed that he would survive the shooting. Just one week later, Spotem is already back on his grind, releasing his new song “Sosa Flow.”

Saying in the hook that this is his “old flow,” the “Beat Box” rapper also came through for a music video, throwing money and flexing with his partners.

SpotemGottem – Sosa Flow

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Ha
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
I feel like Sosa in his prime, like, back in
Around “Faneto” time

[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck ’em over
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him (What?)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck ’em over (Go)
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him (What?)
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)

[Verse]
The block got hot, fiends got mad (Goddamn)
I catch a kill, hop out, then we kill his ass
These boys keep on tweetin’ with they bitch ass
One slug in his head, bet that he crash
I can’t lie, oh, I can’t lie (I can’t evеn lie)
Put some money on your cheesе and your cookie dough
Ayy, ayy, ayy, fell in love with hooker hoes
Bitch, I get money, that ain’t shit to let a bitch know
My chain hang, nuts swing, nigga, watch my shit glow
With an assault rifle, bounce out and we cut his throat
I’m like, nigga, cool down with all that hot shit
Nigga, who you get them bales from? That is not it
Ayy, twenty thousand, that ain’t nothin’ to a P
Put this nigga to sleep
R-I-motherfuckin’-P

[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck ’em over (Haha)
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him (Goddamn, goddamn)
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck ’em over
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him

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