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letra de rubberband man - babyface ray

[intro]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man (mob)

[chorus]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b-tch, f-ck what you sayin’, i’m the rubberband man
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b-tch, f-ck all that playin’, i’m the rubberband man (green money)
i’m the rubberband man (old money), meet the rubberband man
i’m the rubberband man, meet the rubberband man, yeah

[verse 1]
rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
lil’ n-gga, is you havin’ or not?
count a hundred-thirty g’s at my lil’ base spot (yeah)
they’ll lass out your grass just to get what you got
not out though, my bm ride forgiatos, dodgin’ potholes
thick bread, h-lla cheese, n-gga, this a gang roll
i’ma f-ck her all night, turn the lil’ b-tch psycho
i touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo
we got that young michael (brown boy)
yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that sh-t white, n-gga
the hype die, i just hope you’ll be alright, n-gga (alright)
i hit the mic’ and bleed my soul, this my life, n-gga
i’m in h. lorenzo, the sh-t i cop, could’ve put down for a benzo
she keep f-ckin’ lame n-ggas, put her in the friend zone
i got conversation pieces, so i let my wrist show
ridin’ with me, glizzy with the switch on it
every week i got this sh-t, you might go ask big four
mr. put-that-sh-t-on
mr. go-and-get-that-bag-and-show-these-n-ggas-how-to-do
candy on the old school look just like a prada shooter
rule motherf-cker, f-ckin’ don’t acknowledge you
how you turned the crib smaller than a f-ckin’ college room?
did my thing on peace street, road deal, columns too
money flyin’ in the room, b-tches like “who is you?”
[chorus]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b-tch, f-ck what you sayin’, i’m the rubberband man
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b-tch, f-ck all that playin’, i’m the rubberband man (green money)
i’m the rubberband man (old money), meet the rubberband man
i’m the rubberband man, meet the rubberband man, yeah

[verse 2]
mr. rocket-plain-jane (real)
ain’t no time to g-ngb-ng, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin’ paid
n-gga, get back, you ain’t my mans or get sprayed
i’m at tec’s, spillin’ casa azul all on my sick j’s
why these n-ggas get some money always get it strange?
ayy, what hoes say? i’ll never change
no filter, i’ll say the sh-t they never say
i’m in the back relaxin’, let my partner navigate
i’ma set the table, you can get a plate
some n-ggas get they sh-t and run, some other n-ggas stay
ten b-tches wantin’ me while i’m at papi’s stay
sh-t, we all got to die, but you can die today

- babyface ray

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