RubberBandz N Exotic (feat. Topherr)

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SE BB YYY

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Yo pass the bong

Se bb yyy

Money coming through all types of ways I need a rubber band
Orchestrating money they don't love me they don't understand
Pull up to the ball without a date but we all got to dance
Love the way she look me in the eye I feel like taliban

Crashing in her pussy, thats the end of man, good thing I'm a fisherman
Scoop my self back up now I'm a buisness man
Making all these moves, I got no pivot man
Slide across the court, I need her digits, figits, Instagram

Got me up all night cramming my student head
Need me a vacation with my new ting while she catch a tan
I'll be rolling up in that Minaj and four of them are fans
She a perfect ten but I do not give time for on demand
Loving on her body and her soul I like to keep her on that contraband.
I need me a deep cleanse, look at all these buds I need to reset
Flirting on your momma I learned defense
Ate up on your table that's some pretense

Notify the police you a bitch than
Thanks for all the giving she loves when I get to spitting
Tatted with my girl she likes to give me all my kisses
Might just get my neck real tatted I ain't superstitious

Started living life and now I feel like I got children
Take care of the family I make a couple million
Chilling with the bitch and we ain't never catching feelings

Uh uh
You hear clinking in my bag yeah that's glass hitting glass
Jars hitting bongs, smoking gas, skipping class
Know I rap on these tracks bout the trap flipping packs
Claim you getting racks ain't getting jack ya getting taxed
When we play these games you know we slash kicking ass
This bitch hot but she a ho so ima pass hitting that
She nagging in my ear shut ya trap didn't ask
You peeping in my business on my ass get ya whacked
Young trapaholics know we stay smacking chronic
Chilling in the trap with the mac its demonic
It's silent for now but it yack it's harmonic
Sorry officer please look past the narcotics
Feel my wrath it's psychotic
Doing math it's just logic
In my city pushing pounds, getting racks it's iconic
Laid up in the back, roll a spliff packed exotic
You talking hot on Topher man ya really gotta stop it
Sending shots I ain't missing
Off the top I be spitting
All the guap I be getting
Bout to pop bullets hitting
At ya mop at ya fitted
Brrah yuh
Young Topher

Money coming through all types of ways I need a rubber band
Orchestrating money they don't love me they don't understand
Pull up to the ball without a date but we all got to dance
Love the way she look me in the eye I feel like taliban

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