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Sosamann – Sauce to Drip Free MP3 Download + Lyrics

Gunna Gives Sosamann The Respect He’s Due On “Sauce to Drip” Gunna links up with a “Drip Originator.”

Sosamann - Sauce to Drip Free MP3 Download

About Sosamann – Sauce to Drip:

The Sauce Twinz are criminally overlooked; I suspect it boils down to a case of favorite child syndrome, in the eyes of the public. Sosamann’s right-hand man Sauce Walka incessantly talks about an “industry blacklisting” at the hands of an angry God, who shall remain unnamed. I’ll let you come to your own conclusions on the matter.

Although less outspoken, Sosamann shares the sentiment with his riding partner. Neither member of the Twinship is keen on throwing up the flag on their creative output. In fact, both Sosa and Walka rounded out 2018 in productive fashion, the former waiting ’til January to resume the incoming bombardment of material (sauce overload).

On “Sauce to Drip,” we find Sosamann’s guest showing him reverence. In the past, Gunna has given the Sauce Twinz some credit for putting the expression “Drip” into circulation. Although he doesn’t broach the subject openly, Gunna’s deference to Sosamann on Sauce Eskobar 2 is confirmation in its own right. Drip can and will be shipped out of state, free-of-cost, so long as H-Town receives a nice chunk of cultural clout in the process. Kudos to Gunna for keeping it 100, in the midst of a media blackout.

Take a listen to The song down below:

 

 

 

 

 

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[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 niggas 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 bitch take the pills
Can’t fuck with these niggas, some niggas is actors
And I’m not a rapper, bitch, I am a splasher
Thousand P’s comin’ in on a tractor
Got cheese on my head like a Packer, ooh
Make that lil’ bitch 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

[Chorus: Sosamann]
Been got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas 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 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 bitch 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 fuck my bitch good and I pay all her bills
You come in one way, ain’t no way out the crib
You stack this shit 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

[Chorus: Sosamann]
Been got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas 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

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