Mookie - Band-Aids Lyrics

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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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