Lyrics:
Rubber stamp Greg
Did whatever they said
Signed on the line
And he wasn't inclined to
Seek out the truth
Or hear the other man's side
He phoned it in
I stack my money, handle business, then I fast-forward just another stamp in my Michelin
Passport. Dining at restaurants where the dinners come in
With two rubber bands
And a small book of stamps
I got two rubber bands
And a small book of stamps
I got two, one, two
With two rubber bands
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Maybe it's the way you gotta spread
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Spit it out
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
Maybe it's the way you gotta spread
They know I'm the man
Got the stamp like a passport
Shawty throw it back
Rubber band make her dance for it
Pull up on your madam she a fan
That's
A rubber band on my wrist like this
I reminisce when I ain’t have shit
A rubber band on my wrist like this
Those were the days sometimes I
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
Everywhere that I go I need rubber bands
Every bar that I spit worth a hundred grand
I just need a chance
Putting down my stamp
Took a couple xans
You forgot
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
Gotta rubber stamp on my jumbo,
Gotta rubber stamp on my brain,
Gotta rubber stamp on my jumbo,
Hey got to get, I got to get, I got to get away.
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
with what I can
I’m bout it if it’s rubber bands
I’m bout it you don’t understand
Ask your girl she know I’m the man
The fuck is they chatting about
I’m
Crackheads dancin,
Rubber band playing,
Dope fiend know every word i be saying'
When the pussy aint selling she gotta pimp she be paying
A yo p, …imp
Bending corners getting money
Yeah it's how we get it
Bending corners, rubber bands
It's how we do it
Run-in streets, like dope dealers
Is to survive
Don't stamp your foot at me,
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right.
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks,
But such
I be on the block
Feelin’ like the man
Pocket full of grams, hunnit’s in a rubber band
Posted on the strip
Hand on my dick
Gun on my waste, tryin’
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
Hahaha
Huh
Fuck it up
Yeah
Fuck it up
Uh
Disrespect my bitch reactions quick we throwing hands
Grip my blick extended clip that stretch like rubber
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin'
Don't stamp your foot at me
It's impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right
At man's ingratitude
A woman winks
But such an attitude
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