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letra de rubber band man - imsomarcus

[intro]
(aye, 5love, keep this sh-t rollin’!)
(shout out to that–shout out to that boy cyrus, he prod’ this, see what i’m sayin’)
yooo, yo, yo
“blatt”, “blatt”
(you rockin’ wit’ dstar, lil’ b-tch)
yooo, yo, yo

[chorus]
‘rubber-band-man’, call me ‘rubber-band-man’
boujee-shyt, stripper-shyt, it always be the same things
h-ll nah, i’m married to the block, can’t get no wedding ring
we had seen that boy push up wit’ glock, and we disarm him
’12’ be steady lurkin’ on the block, we gotta diet them
i pop out wit’ black timbs
send ’em bullets at him
my gang know we top-3, but we never 3 or 2
i pop me a ‘yerc’, i’m geeked
i think i might act a fool

[verse 1]
‘rubber-band-man’ got that bag, what in the h-ll is you sayin’?
i don’t ask no questions first, young-n-gga hop out the box, get to sprayin’
i’m tryna beat the block without my hands
i might just take that lil’ ho to j-pan
i’m tryna f-ck up the game with the ‘zot
young-n-gga trappin’ wit’ all that i got
young-n-gga hop out the cut wit’ that “blatt”
i see a opp, now they duckin’ and hidin’
i seen a n-gga was havin’ them racks
i come around, and i made this sh-t mine
know that i’m havin’ real love for my ‘boo’
but all of my b-tches, they know that i’m ‘slime’
she want a n-gga that’s havin’ ‘em racks
told her, “i’m havin’ the cash in the chime”
[bridge]
i feel, all these hoes the same
they be all goin’
i pull up wit’ 100-round, and it’s still blowin’
twin just got a whole pint, and he still pourin’
she say she gon’ f-ck wit’ me, i was already knowin’

[verse 2]
“‘dope-man, dope-man'”, think they callin’ me
i’m off a pink pill, now i can’t ‘een see
i got a 60-mag, it’s filled with .223s
she said she gon’ lay wit’ me, but i’m still sellin’ dreams
‘rubber-band-man’, call me ‘rubber-band-man’

[outro]
no, we never 3 or 2

- imsomarcus

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