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sosamann - sauce to drip lyrics

[intro: sosamann]
hmm-hmm
like, get right, you know what i’m sayin’? hey
i got some sauce, ayy
i got some sauce, ooh
you know what i’m sayin’?
gunna with me
hey (ooh)

[chorus: sosamann]
been got sauce with the acres, i live like a player, my n-ggas surrounded by gates
white neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin’ me and i know they think i’m hatin’
ain’t my birthday but i get to the cake
diamonds on wet, they on wet like the lake
and i’m too fresh when i stepped in the place
got money on me like i stepped out the bank, and hey
i got some sauce, ayy, ooh
i got some sauce to drip, ayy
i got some sauce, ayy, ooh
i got some sauce to drip, ayy
yeah, ooh, i got some sauce to drip, ayy
i got some sauce, ayy
i got some sauce to drip, hey

[verse 1: sosamann]
hey, ayy, yeah, yeah
i got some sauce to spill, ayy
that hatin’ ain’t payin’ no bills, no
rock gucci with fur on the heels, ooh
don’t want it, it don’t got a seal, for real
i play with them racks with no deal, ayy
why beef with the boy? he a queer, ooh
only while the b-tch take the pills
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, some n-ggas is actors
and i’m not a rapper, b-tch, i am a splasher
thousand p’s comin’ in on a tractor
got cheese on my head like a packer, ooh
make that lil’ b-tch call me master, ayy
chopper might cause a disaster, ooh
spit the good word like the pastor
i’m ’bout ballin’ in the game, i ain’t goin’ to no practice, ayy

[verse 2: gunna]
i got some sauce to drip (sauce)
i got some sauce to drip (ayy)
i got my drawers from fifth
she give me jaws and lips (ayy)
they think they can’t park the whips
the interior chocolate chip (ayy)
i got a gun filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
gotta trap, ain’t no way i could trip
you know my b-tch like a stray dog on a pill
half a mil up and i ain’t signed a deal
i can’t sip it if it ain’t come with a seal
i f-ck my b-tch good and i pay all her bills
you come in one way, ain’t no way out the crib
you stack this sh-t up, you’ll live life how i live
first of the month, i don’t care ’bout the bills
’bout to go put him some ice in his grill

- sosamann lyrics

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