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Mann Family Lyrics by Sosamann

Born to Drip

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[Intro]
I'm sayin
Back in it motherfucking ice man
I'm sayin
Sosamann, Icemann, same thing
Call shit the mann family
Aye, Ooh
Know what I'm sayin? Shit got trumpets and shit
Nah but just joking
Mufucking [?]
Ice Ice, oooh
[Verse]
Hey!
Swing got wide, aye, ooh
'84 sitting on a Maybach
Nigga smokin' gas got me feeling like Somaek
And I'm drippin too much sauce, where the towel at?
You ain't gettin money, nigga where the dude at?
Heard you a snitch, I'mma call you a sewer rat
I was servin 8-balls, I ain't talkin pool match
Had to burn a bitch but I ain't talking cash stacks, ayee
Caught a lil momma off the rebound
Tied up for all talkin', don't make a sound
You an actin' ass nigga I'mma call him Mr. Brown
Yeah I had to push the white like I was sitting on a mound
Even took road trips outta town, feeling like beans
Get down, lay down
You ain't talkin monеy lil nigga don't come 'round
Find where you stay, swing on your block likе a playground
Me and my young niggas slide too, ooo
Know a couple shooters like Manu
Bread on your head like a hairdoo
And a bitch ate on a dick like some tofu
Going super Saiyan, feeling like Goku
Getting to the bands, doing what I wanna do
Gun don't scoot, rest in peace Kenny Lou
And I ran outta oil, but a nigga don't need jiffy lube
Pump her to the nigga with price cause I wanna buy serve
[?] Maybach around big birds
And she not gettin' cash have to kick her to the curb
And a nigga move weight like a I'm playing with the curls
Drip sit, yeah it might make you [?]
I ain't lying when I tell you they would really sauce the world
And I dance like B2, Katie got served
TSF in this bitch cause this shit like the purge, ooo
Like 4, I'm feeling fantastic
Fuck with the sauce get your ass kicked
Yeah I ran routes like I was playing Madden
Down in the deep balling hard like a Maverick
Drinks up my sleeve like magic, gotta have passion
Duck ass nigga call Aflac
Hit 'em with the choppa make his lil ass quack quack
Ride on the beat like a motherfucking Cadillac, ayee
[Interlude]
Nah but just joking
Riding on the beat like a mothefucking Cadillac
I'm talking about real smooth, you know what I'm saying?
Give it that smooth rap, you know what I'm talking about?
Just so I can make it through
Nah just joking
I slide under your nose, I'm smelling, heh
[Verse]
Hey Hey!
Nigga got lit on some beans
And he come from Belize
Ac' was so frosty, nigga wants a tag on my freeze [?]
And I'm higher than the jet, no skis
Had the city on the sauce seas, [?] keys
And it feels like some mothafucking cleats
I'm talking niggas still rock dopeboy [?]
I'm blessing lil bitch, she ain't even have to sneeze
Imma break down the green, no I ain't talking Christmas trees
And I'm talking 'bout cook out '93
But that shit inside of me
Cross me a nigga like Kyrie
Middle school football had to hit the high knees
High school had a black bitch like Taraji
2020 dripping with my twin no Siamese, ayee
Ooh, young nigga kick box shit
Do it just like a Chinese, ayee
Ooh, ice ice on a beat
Go to L.A. cop a twenty piece
And I just got a white bitch, she from Tennessee
Got the whole industry, wanna take the remedy
I'mma drip sauce 'till a nigga buried six feet
Made a bitch ride on a dick like a ten-speed
Now I can't fuck with her, cause she too iffy
Rolling up, dress her, I don't like sticky
Can't let 'em get too close cause a nigga too wishy washy
And he likes to copy just like Uno
Need a lil a baby gon' top me
She got a fat ass and she knock me
And the bitch a cash cow, bringing in the green no broccoli
Knock a nigga out like Ali, Rocky
TSF, yeah that's my posse
That's my damn crew, I ain't talkin' 'bout Motley
And if I was Muslim, they would be the ones to call akhi
I know a lil nigga named Jabroni, ayee
I'm sosa, yeah I had to whack Tony
Tryna kick it on the island, I ain't talkin' 'bout COVID
I'm a pimp lil bitch, my team macaroni
Set it off, yeah I feel like Stoney
I'm the type of nigga still gon' break on a honky
Can't kick it with the bitch 'cause she acting too phony
I don't gotta got money, I can never be lonely, ayee
[Outro]
Oooh, you know what I'm sayin?
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
He's saying, as long as I got money
I can never be lonely, ayee
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