Yeah Yeah
Sauce Walka Lyrics
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50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag
Yeah got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
Cut them snakes out the circle
‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
Flipping and dripping the sauce
Flying on planes with boss
My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I swear, cold as polar bear
All of my diamonds on glare
Curls all over my hair
The white girl, yeah yeah
She just bought me 20 thousand
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
That was just in one evening
Sauce off in this seasoning
Slap a rapper for no reason
I don’t like the way he breathing
In the Benz when I’m creeping
In some coupe, yeah yeah
Your bitch see me right there
Fingers all in my hair
Her friend in the back, yeah
I got bunnie traps, yeah
And they said that dripping sauce was a joke
Now the world if you ain’t drippy, you broke
Never seen you niggas pimping before
Now it’s all on the biz
Sauce done made you niggas rich
Be thankful for the
I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag
Yeah got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
Cut them snakes out the circle
‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
Flipping and dripping the sauce
Flying on planes with boss
My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I’m a boss, yeah yeah
Paid the cost, yeah yeah
Took a loss, yeah yeah
Dripping sauce, oh yeah yeah
Foreign floss, oh yeah yeah
Cut ‘em off, oh yeah yeah sosa broke, oh no
Sippin’ syrup, move slow
Counting dough, getting more
Rollin gas up, 93
Had a face that you wouldn’t believe
Getting dope, counting all the cheese
I don’t want no friends i just want the ends
Take off with your bitch in the coupe
Hat blowing in the wind
These niggas so pretend
Free my brothers out the pen, yeah yeah
I don’t want no problems
I just want the gwala i want all ciabatta
I done did me a lot of shit
I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag
Yeah got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
Cut them snakes out the circle
‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
Flipping and dripping the sauce
Flying on planes with boss
My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We ain't going broke no more
We ain't going broke no more
All this money came out the O
Now they hating on us all
Now they hating on us all
Before this class they were lost yeah yeah
Yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah
Splash
The lyrics to Sauce Walka's song "Yeah Yeah" showcase the artist's confidence and success in his city. He declares himself as a god in his city, emphasizing his dominance and authority. The line "50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag" suggests that he is making significant amounts of money, and the mention of his niggas working hard indicates the loyalty and teamwork within his circle. He is determined to remove any fake people or snakes from his group, recognizing the importance of surrounding himself with genuine individuals.
The lyrics also highlight Sauce Walka's lavish lifestyle and his ability to attract women. He boasts about his diamonds shining, curly hair, and his irresistible charm that allows him to easily attract women who willingly spend large amounts of money on him. He mentions driving in a Benz, with his fingers being touched by women, and even having traps to catch more women.
Furthermore, Sauce Walka emphasizes how his success and "dripping sauce" have made him and others wealthy. He mentions how those who doubted the power of dripping sauce are now left broke, reinforcing the idea that his unique style and charisma have propelled him to success. He expresses his gratitude for his wealth and asserts that he and his crew won't go back to the struggles they once faced. Overall, the lyrics convey Sauce Walka's confidence, swagger, and the fruits of his labor.
Line by Line Meaning
I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
I am highly esteemed and respected in my hometown, yes indeed
50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag
I have a substantial amount of money in red 50 dollar bills, quite a lucrative stash
Yeah got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
I have motivated my close friends to put in significant effort, affirmatory affirmations
Cut them snakes out the circle 'cause them hoes were fake, yeah
I have removed deceitful individuals from my inner circle as they were not true to their word, indisputable
Flipping and dripping the sauce
I am skillfully transforming and displaying my unique style and charisma
Flying on planes with boss
I am ascending to new heights and traveling in style alongside influential individuals
My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
My comrades are determined to never return to a state of hardship
We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
We cannot afford to experience a financial decline, assuredly assured assurances
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Indeed, indeed, surely indeed
I swear, cold as polar bear
I promise, as frigid as a bear dwelling in polar regions
All of my diamonds on glare
Each and every one of my precious gemstones is radiating a brilliant shine
Curls all over my hair
My hair is adorned with numerous twisted locks, undeniably undeniable
The white girl, yeah yeah
My Caucasian companion, emphatically emphatic
She just bought me 20 thousand
She recently provided me with a sum of 20,000 dollars
That was just in one evening
This transaction occurred solely within the span of a single night
Sauce off in this seasoning
My unique flavor and style is heavily present within this concoction
Slap a rapper for no reason
I am inclined to physically strike a fellow rapper without any justification
I don’t like the way he breathing
I am displeased by the manner in which he is inhaling and exhaling
In the Benz when I’m creeping
I am discreetly maneuvering in a luxurious Mercedes-Benz vehicle
In some coupe, yeah yeah
Driving a small, two-door automobile, certainly certainly
Your bitch see me right there
Your female companion notices my presence in this vicinity
Fingers all in my hair
Her digits are caressing my strands of hair, resolutely resolute
Her friend in the back, yeah
Her associate is situated in the rear of the location, absolutely absolute
I got bunnie traps, yeah
I possess various traps to capture attractive women, without a doubt without a doubt
And they said that dripping sauce was a joke
Some individuals claimed that displaying my unique style and charisma was a mere jest
Now the world if you ain’t drippy, you broke
Now it is universally recognized that if you lack flair and style, you are financially destitute
Never seen you niggas pimping before
I have never witnessed any of you gentlemen engaging in the act of procuring and managing women for profit
Now it’s all on the biz
Now the focus is entirely on the industry and its workings
Sauce done made you niggas rich
My unique style and charisma have caused you gentlemen to acquire substantial wealth
Be thankful for the
Express gratitude for the blessings brought forth by the sauce and its influence
I’m a boss, yeah yeah
I am a person of authority and power, undeniably undeniably
Paid the cost, yeah yeah
I have financially compensated for the necessary expenses, positively positively
Took a loss, yeah yeah
I have experienced a setback or defeat, unquestionably unquestionably
Dripping sauce, oh yeah yeah
Exuding a unique style and charisma that captivates others, oh certainly certainly
Foreign floss, oh yeah yeah
Displaying luxurious and fashionable items from abroad, oh certainly certainly
Cut 'em off, oh yeah yeah sosa broke, oh no
Severing ties with undesired individuals, oh certainly certainly, sosa is experiencing a financial decline, oh no
Sippin’ syrup, move slow
Consuming a narcotic beverage and moving with a slower pace
Counting dough, getting more
Calculating my substantial wealth and obtaining even greater amounts
Rollin gas up, 93
Smoking marijuana, specifically a high-quality strain known as 93
Had a face that you wouldn’t believe
My visage possesses such remarkable features that it is difficult to comprehend
Getting dope, counting all the cheese
Acquiring illicit substances and tallying the vast amount of money
I don’t want no friends i just want the ends
I have no desire for companionship, I solely desire financial success
Take off with your bitch in the coupe
Escaping with your female companion in a fast car
Hat blowing in the wind
My headwear is gently swaying with the breeze
These niggas so pretend
These individuals are largely pretending to be someone they are not
Free my brothers out the pen, yeah yeah
Release my incarcerated siblings, affirmative affirmative
I don’t want no problems
I have no desire for conflicts or disputes
I just want the gwala i want all ciabatta
I solely desire significant financial gain, particularly in large denominations of currency
I done did me a lot of shit
I have engaged in and accomplished a multitude of endeavors
We ain't going broke no more
We will no longer experience financial hardship or destitution
All this money came out the O
The entirety of this wealth originates from my own efforts and endeavors
Now they hating on us all
Presently, a significant number of individuals harbor animosity towards us as a collective
Before this class they were lost yeah yeah
Prior to our rise in prominence, they were without direction and confused, without a doubt without a doubt
Yeah, oh yeah yeah, oh yeah
Indeed, oh certainly certainly, oh certainly
Splash
Make a profound impact or impression
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Written by: Albert Walker, MacKenzie Stotts
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