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Artiste : Babyface Ray
Titre : Rubberband Man
She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man (Mob)

She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man

Bitch, fuck what you sayin´, I´m the Rubberband Man
She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck 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

Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
Lil´ nigga, 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, hella cheese, nigga, this a gang roll
I´ma fuck her all night, turn the lil´ bitch 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 shit white, nigga
The hype die, I just hope you´ll be alright, nigga (Alright)
I hit the mic´ and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga
I´m in H. Lorenzo, the shit I cop, could´ve put down for a benzo
She keep fuckin´ lame niggas, 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 shit, you might go ask big four
Mr. Put-That-Shit-On
Mr. Go-And-Get-That-Bag-And-Show-These-Niggas-How-To-Do
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shooter
Rule motherfucker, fuckin´ don´t acknowledge you
How you turned the crib smaller than a fuckin´ college room?
Did my thing on peace street, road deal, columns too
Money flyin´ in the room, bitches like "Who is you?"

She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man

Bitch, fuck what you sayin´, I´m the Rubberband Man
She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck 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

Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (Real)
Ain´t no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin´ paid
Nigga, 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 niggas get some money always get it strange?

Ayy, what hoes say? I´ll never change
No filter, I´ll say the shit they never say
I´m in the back relaxin´, let my partner navigate
I´ma set the table, you can get a plate
Some niggas get they shit and run, some other niggas stay
Ten bitches wantin´ me while I´m at Papi´s stay
Shit, we all got to die, but you can die today

She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin´, I´m the Rubberband Man
She asked me what´s my name, I´m the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck 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