Rubbaband Man Lyrics
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Ayy
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Nigga what
Ayy
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 nigga catch me if you can
Face covered up like a Taliban
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young nigga 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 nigga like I turn water into wine
She think she special hot fucker, bitch, I do this all the time
My belly knocking heads off and all I dropped was a dime
Nigga, we got hit up with that faux nigga
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 shit without no cho, nigga
And I ain’t playin’, so don’t play with me, nigga
If you ain’t know, then come and see the chopper, stay with me, nigga
I the Rubbaband Man man
hundred band man
Hunting on the chop like I in a Ben Ken
Run off on the plug nigga catch me if you can
Face covered up like a Taliban
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young nigga 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 dope
Take a rubber band off, give it right to your hoe
Put your hand around the ponytail, give me that throat
I need all the bad bitch to gather round and participate
Raise your hand if you a bad bitch and you gettin’ paid
Raise your hand if you move that work on the interstate
Raise your hand if you that bitch these hoes wanna imitate
100 round chop pop, then you disintegrated
Asshole 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 nigga catch me if you can
Face covered up like a Taliban
Rubber band man like I’m T.I.P
My young nigga 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.
