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letra de band aid - sosamann

[intro: sosamann]
man, hmm
get them motherf-ckin’ band-aids, you know what i’m saying?
call them band-aids ’cause they cover up the scars and the bullsh-t
sosa
turn me up, wallis
cash, mm
ooh, ooh, ooh (hey!)

[chorus: sosamann & unotheactivist]
i get them band-aids (real)
lil’ mama, she well payed (real)
she white just like mayonnaise (ooh)
i’m flexing like rampage, ayy
thought i told you that benz paid (what?)
if i trap it, the rent’s payed
yeah, my chain is ten years a slave (b-tch)
got the mayonnaise, it cover the pain
i was in the street, goin’ the same d-mn time that i felt i was stuck in the rain (i was)
yeah, i had to get out of it, escape from poverty, go out and make me a name (sauce)
yeah, yeah, i had to make my own lane
i be overseas, i do not bang (ya dig)

[verse 1: unotheactivist & sosamann]
f-ck her with a l-sso, she might steal my chain (ya dig)
from the bottom, i won’t go against the grain
from the sour, we be ridin’ with that flame
and if you try me then i up and hit your brain, yeah
all the other (ooh)
my diamonds, they coming from africa (what?)
like [?] b-tter
hop in that jeep, we come after you (oh)
that k on my shoulder (oh)
that b-tch, she calling the rapture (oh)
like cake, need to bake (oh)
my diamonds is looking so real, it is no faking
my diamonds, they hit and the way that i spill, they say that that sh-t is amazing (ooh)
i’m getting that paper, i made it (yeah)
they thinking our jungle the mazes (woah)
the fashion i drip is the latest (what?)
i’m smashing the bit’ like my cadence (hey, hey)

[chorus: sosamann & unotheactivist]
i get them band-aids (ooh)
lil’ mama, she well payed (sauce)
she white just like mayonnaise
i’m flexing like rampage, ayy
thought i told you that benz paid (dig)
if i trap it, the rent’s payed (ooh)
yeah, my chain is ten years a slave (ten)
got the mayonnaise, it cover the pain
i was in the street, goin’ the same d-mn time that i felt i was stuck in the rain
yeah, i had to get out of it, escape from poverty, go out and make me a name
yeah, yeah, i had to make my own lane
i be overseas, i do not bang (ya dig)

[verse 2: unotheactivist & sosamann]
i put double-c all on me, i don’t bang, ya dig (ooh)
put gucci all up on her but i might fendi the b-tch out
b-tch, the .45, that on my hip, i cl1ck-clack, and you fall flatted
i don’t really need it, might call sosa for backup (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t really need it, but i’m still gonna pack it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i don’t really mean it, but she say i’m a savage (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pockets on swole (swole)
young n-gga got in his mode, yeah, yeah
got bands by low (low)
seminole [?], that’s old, yeah

[chorus: sosamann & unotheactivist]
i get them band-aids (yeah)
lil’ mama, she well payed (ah)
she white just like mayonnaise (ah)
i’m flexing like rampage, ayy (ah)
thought i told you that benz paid (ah)
if i trap it, the rent’s payed (ah)
yeah, my chain is ten years a slave (ah)
got the mayonnaise, it cover the pain (ayy)
i was in the street, goin’ the same d-mn time that i felt i was stuck in the rain (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah, i had to get out of it, escape from poverty, go out and make me a name (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
yeah, yeah, i had to make my own lane (ayy)
i be overseas, i do not bang (ayy, ayy, ayy)

- sosamann

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