Rubbaband Man Lyrics by Shoreline Mafia, OHGEESY, Fenix Flexin
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Yeah, 100 band man, rubbaband man
100 band man, rubbaband man
rubbaband man, ayy
100 band man, rubbaband man
I the Rubbaband Man man
hundred band man
Hunting on the chop like I in a Ben Ken
Run off on the plug *** catch me if you can
Face covered up like a ***
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young *** 60, he don’t need I.D.
We got big chops in the V.I.P.
Ride for side cheese like I’m B.I.G.
Rubber band man, I bounce back every time
She’s paying for a *** like I turn water into wine
She think she special hot ***, ***, I do this all the time
My belly knocking heads off and all I dropped was a dime
***, we got hit up with that faux ***
The baby got a deep throat, she took the whole pickle
Yo OHGEESY that’s my slime we gon’ both drip
Get to hoopin’ on they block, the chopper lookin’ like a whole missile
I’m the band man, I’m the band man
Vacuum still a hundred pounds of shh, do my dance when that bag land
Pull up on they block, we get on feet and let that slam blend
Chose up on a joint, she left her ex up in a trash can
I was a knock, ain’t blame her, he won’t get no dough
Decided to save in his life, but you ain’t *** without no cho, ***
And I ain’t playin’, so don’t play with me, ***
If you ain’t know, then come and see the chopper, stay with me, ***
I the Rubbaband Man man
hundred band man
Hunting on the chop like I in a Ben Ken
Run off on the plug *** catch me if you can
Face covered up like a ***
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young *** 60, he don’t need I.D.
We got big chops in the V.I.P.
Ride for side cheese like I’m B.I.G.
Rubber band on my wrist, why? I’m counting double
Residue on my rubber band, I’m counting ***
Take a rubber band off, give it right to your ***
Put your hand around the ponytail, give me that throat
I need all the bad *** to gather round and participate
Raise your hand if you a bad *** and you gettin’ paid
Raise your hand if you move that work on the interstate
Raise your hand if you that *** these hoes wanna imitate
100 round chop pop, then you disintegrated
*** fat I got intimidated
Everybody killer ain’t discriminated
My chopper love the drama he be instigated
I the Rubbaband Man man
hundred band man
Hunting on the chop like I in a Ben Ken
Run off on the plug *** catch me if you can
Face covered up like a ***
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young *** 60, he don’t need I.D.
We got big chops in the V.I.P.
Ride for side cheese like I’m B.I.G.