Sada Baby, Sosamann - Sauce & Season lyrics

(Bankroll Got It) oh, haha, for shit sure
Ooh, know what I'm sayin'?
Got Sosamann in the motherfuckin' building
You know what I'm sayin'?
Drippin' and spillin' hey, hey

Ooh, feel it in the air
Just like Beanie Sigel, ayy
Smoked a hundred 'Woods, higher
Than an eagle, ooh
'Bout to set it off, feelin' like Khadija
Ayy
I can't stand the rain, Missy Misdemeanor
Ooh yeah, I got blocks on consignment
First we count the cash
Then I jump right behind it
Had to kick her out, we wasn't vibin'
She lyin' and I keep them chops just
In case it get violent, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, know we slidin'
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm strapped up while I'm drivin'
Ayy, ayy
She doin' what I say like I'm Simon
Yeah, and I been gettin' cake since a minor
Hey higher than the hills out in Beverly
I'd rather be gettin' to the green
Ain't talkin' celery i got magazine
I'm not talkin' 'bout no Ebony
Call me Your Majesty, and she
Say that she pop ecstasy, ooh
Out niggas, they get shown no sympathy
I got real ice
But these diamonds not from Tiffany
Sauce, yeah, it cost, that's
The remedy, ooh, ooh
I'm the type to knock off
My enemies, ooh, ooh, hey

I can't fuck with him 'cause
He pretend for no reason
I been gettin' cake since the begin, ooh
Yeah, she ate the meat, but she vegan, ayy
Yeah, I got the sauce and the season, hey
I can't fuck with him 'cause
He pretend for no reason
I been gettin' cake since the begin, ooh
Yeah, she ate the meat, but she vegan, ayy
(On God)
Yeah, I got the sauce and the season, hey
(Hold up)

Lil' bitch look like Stoney on my mind, huh
Say she in a bind, wanna
Fuck me for some money, huh
Bitch, I think you slime, and I'm rude
So I ain't buyin' it (Nah)
Every whip I own, windows tinted
We be slidin' in 'em
You be with them opps I'm lookin'
For, know you be hidin', nigga
(Where?)
I ain't trippin' 'bout no drip, get
Blood all on my diamonds, nigga
(I will) i might knock a bitch 'cause
I'm with Sosamann and Peso, man
He actin' like a demon
But that chopper show the angel in him
(He a ho)
Cameraman with this AR 15, at every angle
Hit him
Shoot whoever hangin' with him, bitch
You better not dangle with him
My whole block ridin'
Fuck around and say my neighbors hit him
(On God) bitch, I had that four-five on my
Hip when I was slangin' nickels
Now I keep that Draco in the
Whip when we be changin' venues, hmm
You know I hang with killers, huh
Quick to change a nigga, hmm
Ask him what's the issue? And
Then I bust a pistol (Nigga)
I don't need no drugs up in me
Just to tell y'all fuck you niggas, hmm
Whole gang could be soft, we
Still'll rush you niggas, yeah
Timbo stuff you niggas, yeah
Skilla bust that nigga head
They gon' think he bangin' red
Link his mouth 'cause what he said
M-13 up in his dreads, bitch, we
Slid like a sled, ayy, huh

I can't fuck with him 'cause
He pretend for no reason
I been gettin' cake since the begin, ooh
Yeah, she ate the meat, but she vegan, ayy
Yeah, I got the sauce and the season, hey
I can't fuck with him 'cause
He pretend for no reason
I been gettin' cake since the begin, ooh
Yeah, she ate the meat, but she vegan, ayy
Yeah, I got the sauce and the season, ooh