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letra de mann family - sosamann

[intro]
i’m sayin
back in it motherf-cking ice man
i’m sayin
sosamann, icemann, same thing
call sh-t the mann family
aye, ooh
know what i’m sayin? sh-t got trumpets and sh-t
nah but just joking
muf-cking [?]
ice ice, oooh
[verse]
hey!
swing got wide, aye, ooh
’84 sitting on a maybach
n-gga smokin’ gas got me feeling like somaek
and i’m drippin too much sauce, where the towel at?
you ain’t gettin money, n-gga where the dude at?
heard you a snitch, i’mma call you a sewer rat
i was servin 8-b-lls, i ain’t talkin pool match
had to burn a b-tch 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 n-gga 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 n-gga don’t come ’round
find where you stay, swing on your block likе a playground
me and my young n-ggas slide too, ooo
know a couple shooters like manu
bread on your head like a hairdoo
and a b-tch ate on a d-ck 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 n-gga don’t need jiffy lube
pump her to the n-gga 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 n-gga 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 b-tch cause this sh-t like the purge, ooo
like 4, i’m feeling fantastic
f-ck 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 n-gga call aflac
hit ’em with the choppa make his lil ass quack quack
ride on the beat like a motherf-cking cadillac, ayee
[interlude]
nah but just joking
riding on the beat like a mothef-cking 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!
n-gga got lit on some beans
and he come from belize
ac’ was so frosty, n-gga 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 mothaf-cking cleats
i’m talking n-ggas still rock dopeboy [?]
i’m blessing lil b-tch, 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 sh-t inside of me
cross me a n-gga like kyrie
middle school football had to hit the high knees
high school had a black b-tch like taraji
2020 dripping with my twin no siamese, ayee
ooh, young n-gga kick box sh-t
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 b-tch, she from tennessee
got the whole industry, wanna take the remedy
i’mma drip sauce ’till a n-gga buried six feet
made a b-tch ride on a d-ck like a ten-speed
now i can’t f-ck with her, cause she too iffy
rolling up, dress her, i don’t like sticky
can’t let ’em get too close cause a n-gga 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 b-tch a cash cow, bringing in the green no broccoli
knock a n-gga out like ali, rocky
tsf, yeah that’s my posse
that’s my d-mn crew, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout motley
and if i was muslim, they would be the ones to call akhi
i know a lil n-gga 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 b-tch, my team macaroni
set it off, yeah i feel like stoney
i’m the type of n-gga still gon’ break on a honky
can’t kick it with the b-tch ’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

- sosamann

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