Lyrics:
the others can't stand
The rubber band man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop
I'm
on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky
Metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh
Smell cold mixed with bologna
Rubber bands crumpled wax
showin' off ya tan
I see you showin' off ya tan while they poppin rubber bands
Go and see your man so you can cop a couple grams
I don't got no shame cause
big as central station
Same rubber band my cousin tied her braids with
We ain't cop the same car my auntie played spades with
What you know about
know how we get it, man
Burn rubber (rubber)
Yeah
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
like 300 count
Little rubber band tuckin' 300 thou'
Throw it on the floor, make 300 bounce
Can you make a 16 come out 300 mouths?
Cause I might have
new bags
And they all collabs
I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta gift cards
I mean my baby boy
Amazing the cash online unknown
I mean
and then put the Helping Friendly Book to work for him. With Rutherford's aid he fastened the famous mockingbird to a pole, with glue and rubber bands
a nigga do the runnin' man
I just want a Bentley and a hunnid bands
I wrap all the money in the rubber bands
In the kitchen whippin' with'
The pots and pans
now
Woo, I keep nothin' but blues
In these pants now (Woo)
Rubber bands for these racks
And these bands now (Blues)
We keep sticks in these drums like
will not fail,
'Tis all about a young man, and my song will tell you how
He lately came a-courtin' of the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My
fake Gucci frames
Eating swell just like I should
Go Benihana's Any day
I can't speak no Brokenese
I break the door You can't relate
Rubber bands holding
it, pop it, with some rubber bands
Tell me I'm her Only Fan
Baby making money she don't need no man
Plus she keep it cool like a ceiling fan
Count it,
Rubber band on rubber band who got the budget
Coming to you live from the 3rd got her ass looking light
Did you lie won't you twerk it's my California
Badman popped out the whip like I'm Batman
P banged the Steele but he never played the pan man
Rubber band man like I'm TI but I'm darkskin
Scared
strips in them rubber bands
So I'm at your neck like pac-man
Run it up
Run it up
I ran up them bands
I run up them bands
I run up them bands
a neutron fan
Marionette strings are dangerous things
I thought of all the trouble they bring
An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy
Rubber bands expand in
that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
twenty-two
be out of control)
That's why I carry a pole (Woah)
Why is you calling me bro?
Boy you was never on go (No way)
Rubber band man, feel like TI (Count up
the last half
Of his career, typical manure movin' past that
Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come
stacks and rubber bands up in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf
!
Attention! Let's get serious man!
Attention! Let's get serious man!
Attention! What what!
[T.I.]
I'm goin in with funny niggas in the A
The killers with
bags and a digital scale and
Rubber bands all by the money counter
Got raid spray you know how the bugs be
Got a fan in the window by the love seat
And I
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