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Can't break the chain I been constant I got the upper hand
Won't fade away in this process I want them rubber bands
I ain't gon' change yeah I promise I'm

Pass me that paper uh
She getting late for class 
Pass me my rubber uh
She getting laid in grass
Pass me that paper uh
She getting late for class

go out like no sucka
She ask for a kid but I been clutchin on this rubber
I ain't really into love but I love her everytime I fuck her
That's the thing

super lit
(Woo)
Young niggas we turnt in the city
Turn nothing to something we greedy
(We greedy)
Keep a band I need me a fifty
Rubber band I gotta get uh

Don't trust
Never us
Only gang
That's a must
Leave embers when I hop up out the porch
Burn rubber then I leave the whip scorched
We the ones you

stop me lovin' you
I'm like rubber i bounce back off of you

I'm too stubborn can't stop me lovin' you
I'm like rubber i bounce back off of you

liquor and them Xans
She gon' have to fuck
Lips soft but she love a hard dick on 'em
When I pull that boy out
She wanna lick on him didn't have rubber

the show
Uh, I'm freestylin' like a mufucka'
I don't even know what I'm sayin'
Burn rubber, but pulled out a rubber
Fuck with all the murda, I don't even

Niggas ain't talking real numbers
Stay with a bankrolls pop out the rubber
Momma told me son you gotta be humble
I had nothing came straight from da

All these bitches in the cut
But I smoke `em up like some Indica
Flint it up
Burning rubber for the street, smoke these bitches for the heat
Got back

never come sober
I never come sober
I never come sober
I never come sober
I never come sober
Block love wit da rubber
I never come sober
She hide her

a rubber really wanted a summer
With you over my shoulders
Guess we cannot have each other
Before the sex we’re just best friends
But now we comfort each

lifted the
Cards and showed your hand, pussy
Tailor made rubber, rubber made reliable
Never spill the soup, rock a linen suit
Play the streets like

a running man, rubber band
Ion' got no clue (No clue)

Minute maid, getting paid
You know what it do (O oh)
Got some clout for Christmas now
She tryna fuck

I do, ayy
Rubber band poppin' like pimples
Don't need ProActive, wh-
Rubber bands poppin' like pimples
Don't need ProActive know how I do

My diamond'

Only the family with us
Blood in, blood out with cronem
You would understand that shit (Uh, uh)
Hit the bando for the racks (Mm hm)
Tryna rubber band

like I loved her when
I fucked her with no rubber
Times is getting old but fuck it tho
I blow it down I roll around
Head to the sky no limit to what we

lit, And fuck on that bitch, I don't wanna cuff her
She just wanna get hit, I fuck on that bitch, You tell her you love her
No rubber raw dog fuck her

things with money
Changing things spending things
Buying things
Hanging with friends over spend a lot of money
Making a price for a silly rubber watch

Wanna hurt a nigga feelings hit his bitch without a rubber
This nigga asking all these questions like he undercover
My old trap slappin had to get

rubber bands
I'll be happy when it's more
I'll be fucking up the store, yeah
Fucking up the store

You're just someone that I want, yeah
But no one that I

spray em down, till they soaked
Fergy told me, spray it at em, and reload

Yuh!

Rubber bands to the face
I'm in love with money fragrance (yuh')

Light

Louis bags, rubber bands
Lifestyle make em numbers dance
I’m just a product of circumstance
But they don’t ever understand, no no
That’s why they get mad

don't get reeled up
I switched out the 9 for the choppa
A bigger amount
Burning the rubber speed off from the cops
I think we need to hit michelin now
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