Sosamann - Band Aid lyrics

Man, hmm get them motherfuckin' band-aids
You know what I'm saying?
Call them band-aids 'cause they
Cover up the scars and the bullshit sosa
Turn me up, Wallis cash, mm
Ooh,  ooh, ooh (Hey)

I get them band-aids (Real)
Lil' mama, she well payed (Real)
She white just like mayonnaise (O oh)
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 (Bitch)
Got the mayonnaise, it cover the pain
I was in the street
Goin' the same damn 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)

Fuck her with a lasso
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 (O oh)
My diamonds, they coming from Africa (What?)
Like butter
Hop in that Jeep, we come after you (Oh)
That K on my shoulder (Oh)
That bitch, 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 shit is amazing (O oh)
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)

I get them band-aids (O oh)
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 (O oh)
Yeah, my chain is ten years a slave (Ten)
Got the mayonnaise, it cover the pain
I was in the street
Goin' the same damn 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)

I put double-C all on me, I don't bang
Ya dig (O oh)
Put Gucci all up on her but
I might Fendi the bitch out
Bitch, the 45, that on my hip, I click-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 nigga got in his mode, yeah, yeah
Got bands by low (Low)
Seminole Act', that's old, yeah

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 damn 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)