Band-Aids
Mookie
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Ab, I'm sorry we didn't get to do the shit we planned Bruh, I'm sorry we didn't get to do the shit we planned, nah Ain't talkin' Lipton, I'ma knock you out your tea I'm not LeBron, I can never leave my heat Say what you want, I'ma still be me She lick my testicles, yeah, she a freak I ain't no stylist, pussy, I'm fashionate I kill a pussy bout you, I'm so passionate I can't even count how many racks I spent If you ain't heard, I don't want you, bitch, I'm passin' it Pussy-ass hoe, whole time you see through Through you, I'm tryna see the shit that I was goin' through Let's restart, what's your name? I wanna get to know you F*ck all this shit, I'ma do whatever just to fuckin' hold you Whole time, all this shit was a lie When you left, didn't catch me by surprise Cause every time you kept, I saw through your lies I was fuckin' with a rat in disguise Ayy, trappin' not my hustle Just some shit that I got into Tend to get in my feelings when I'm ventin' what I been through It's f*ck you, but I love you, man, I miss you You left me all alone, cryin' with no tissue I was tryna better you, but I can't fix you Oh, you are somebody, man, I done hit some licks too Oh, you shot that man, I done did some hits too Always speakin' facts, I'ma do it on this too I done lost a lot of shit, never lose my hope I can never put my trust in a man or a hoe He tellin' you it's love, but that ain't your brodie Yb Ag Mizzy, yeah, we was standin' for deep They say God move, mountains shit, I guess I'm hikin Put on my AP, I feel like a viking She tellin' me she love me, yeah, ho, you triflin You ain't in my league I wouldn't bite you, even if I was Mike Tyson Hotboii he on fire, but I'm the hottest boy around Speak on my name, I spin the whole block around Talk on my name, empty out that hundred round Ain't talkin' bout boxin' or the UK, But let's go pound for pound Fresh teeth, bankroll on me, I got tight swag She a skinny bitch, yeah, she got my type of ass Pradas and Amiris, yeah, that's my type of swag See, I'm goin' through pain, but I'm still the type to laugh I ain't rockin' fitteds, I ain't never been the type to cap I'm a rapper, not a trapper, don't be fooled, I can still smack My brothers in that county eatin good, gettin' fat And you goin' fed just to get your bitch's stomach flat Life is a gamble, they said, bro, diet's shootin' craps Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball or we rap While you actin' independent, bitch, I put you on the map My brother homie got dildos when we out, we totin' real straps Ain't talkin' Lipton, I'ma knock you out your team I'm not LeBron, I can never leave my heat Say what you want, I'ma still be me She lick my testicles, yeah, she a freak I ain't no stylist, pussy, I'm fashionate I kill a pussy bout you, I'm so passionate I can't even count how many racks I spent If you ain't heard, I don't want you, bitch, I'm passin' it
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