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lirik lagu babyface ray - rubberband man

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[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

[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


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