SosMula - HOOLA HOOP

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{intro: sosmula}
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Beep, beep, beep, beep

{chorus: sosmula}
It gets cool like a kit (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Shawty cool like a stick (doo-doo-doo-doo)
She wanna drool on my dick (splash, splash)
Went to school but i quit (no-no, no-no)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these jewels on my wrist, ah
In a pool take a piss, ah
Shorty what you do with a brick? (no-no)
Who showed you how to do all the shit? (no-no)
Shorty what you do with a bitch? (no-no)
She don't know what to do with my dick (no-no, no-no, no-no)
Hoola hoop the whip, ah, ah (nyoon, nyoon), hoola hoop the stick, ah, ah (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hoola hoop my wrist, ah, ah, hoola hoop my dick, ah, ah

{verse 1: sosmula}
I pull up maybach swerving (nyoon, nyoon), i pull up maybach curtain (nyoon, nyoon)
Big sleez gonna spray that burner, big sleez gonna pay for that murder (gimmie that, gimmie that)
For a rack get you blammed (doo-doo-doo-doo), bitch i'm back in japan (nyoon, nyoon)
Bitch i'm back on them xans (splash, splash), all these tats on my hands (splash, splash)
Nike gloves when i do a hit, icy studs all on my wrist (splash, splash)
Icy blood when i bust my stick (doo-doo-doo-doo), really a dog can't love no bitch (no-no, no-no)
Fucked up thе lot when i crashed out
Burnt on the cops on thе dashout
Serve all the rocks at the crack house
Turnt on the wock, can't pass out

{chorus: sosmula}
It gets cool like a kit (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Shawty cool like a stick (doo-doo-doo-doo)
She wanna drool on my dick (splash, splash)
Went to school but i quit (no-no, no-no)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these jewels on my wrist, ah
In a pool take a piss, ah
Shorty what you do with a brick? (no-no)
Who showed you how to do all the shit? (no-no)
Shorty what you do with a bitch? (no-no)
She don't know what to do with my dick (no-no, no-no, no-no)
Hoola hoop the whip, ah, ah (nyoon, nyoon), hoola hoop the stick, ah, ah (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hoola hoop my wrist, ah, ah, hoola hoop my dick, ah, ah

{verse 2: ramirez}
Sellin these drugs right through your block
I'll knock your bitch ass on the floor
Hold the reaper came to play
Ain't no escaping the ghost
Red dot, a fucking name (?...) headshot
Feds watch, but cannot do shit
Get they necks topped
Who the fuck wanna?
I'm pushing in your fucking chest
Ain't no ducking from the rocket
Stare into the gauntlet
Watch you slowly fade away
Then drop your bitch ass in the coffin

{chorus: sosmula}
It gets cool like a kit (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Shawty cool like a stick (doo-doo-doo-doo)
She wanna drool on my dick (splash, splash)
Went to school but i quit (no-no, no-no)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these blues, i crip (gimmie that, gimmie that)
All these jewels on my wrist, ah
In a pool take a piss, ah
Shorty what you do with a brick? (no-no)
Who showed you how to do all the shit? (no-no)
Shorty what you do with a bitch? (no-no)
She don't know what to do with my dick (no-no, no-no, no-no)
Hoola hoop the whip, ah, ah (nyoon, nyoon), hoola hoop the stick, ah, ah (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Hoola hoop my wrist, ah, ah, hoola hoop my dick, ah, ah

Release Date: December 02, 2022

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Vinicius Sosa (b. April 19, 1988), better known by his stage name SosMula, spent his nascent years in the favelas of São Paulo where he was given a rude introduction to the world. Immigrating to America in 1996 at the age of 8, Mula started a tumultuous state-to-state shuffle before eventually settling in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. SosMula’s sound developed in these new stomping grounds, fusing the dexterous slant-rhyme style of NYC rappers with the fiery spirit of the Spanish Harlem.

The transformation from Vinny Sosa to SosMula began in high school. Rapping by the tenth grade, his friends took notice and dubbed the emergent emcee “Sos.” Surrounded by hard-living, Sos was extremely motivated for success. The desire to better himself and his family grew into an unapologetic love for money and led to his self-christening as Sos Money. A stint in jail further honed his resolve, and refined his pseudonym; Sos Money became SosMula. Though the dollar-bill association may be standard practice in the hip-hop community, the name resonated on a deeper level with Mula’s spirit and ambition. He soon found himself shouting his signature “MULA!” war-cry over studio mixes. Mula is Sosa’s world:

from the way I dress to the way I talk. It’s my name but it’s my lifestyle.

Flashy yet focused, Sosa is an emcee frustrated with the game and the grind who sees participation and excellence as the only means of overcoming it.

Mula is well associated with another New York underground rapper ZillaKami, and the two have released several albums together under the group name City Morgue.