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Clap On

Eightball & MJG

Ridin High

2007

[Chorus]
Clap on, clap off,
Got dis strap willin' to knock ya trap off
Clap on, clap off,
Got dis strap willin' to knock ya cap off

Big face rubber

(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am

Put 'em in a trance, I don't wanna make the bands
See me in the street but I don't wanna shake hands
Tell me in advance, I don't wanna make the plans

cigarette
Smoke too many niggas, got to stop
I need niccorette (Grra, grra)
Pull up on 'em, 40 leave
'em drunk like some liquor, yеah
(Baow, fa-fa-fa)
Pose,

shit
Couldn't tell me shit
Run up on me, like a dreadlock
That's how big it twist (Juice)

Twenty bands still like twenty
Dollars to the kid (Fuck your

out, I tell 'em I can't get crossed (triple cross)
I'm rich as hell, my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks (ham hocks)
Yeah, it's the mayor and the Mob

my head low
I don't drink im getting high was barely getting by
Tell'em all this new shit finna pop my old shit still a vibe
Killer in the streets, he

Getting hella fried every other night

I'm the Man U that other guy
Big boss See the hunnids fly
Rubber bands running outta ties
Do the running man I be

can't tell you how I got 'em, in

Hold on, check my fucking safe
50 xans, 50 bags in, 50 bags of kush in

Change the beat up, we can go some more!

My

'em in rubber bands when we count 'em up
Money, money, money, that's all niggas know
Posin' with your bitch, I do it all for show
One five told me

Purple Gang

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

cream, I'm rubber band out
Been gettin' money like the only thing to get
You run up talkin' reckless, dude I tell 'em this

[Chorus: x 2]
I'ma knock

you go as hard as I go (Yeah yeah)
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in

the dash but this shit not the dougie, man
My money in advance 'fore I walk in the club, man
Have lemon peppered wings, hookah, drinks and rubber bands

And what you sayin', nigga? (Sayin', nigga)
You know I'm really 'bout
Whatever, call the clan, Nigga
And they get poppd like rubber bands
We got the thang

bands n ion make love (Oooo)
Can never fuck with your fake love
I'm making rubber bands n ion make love
(Ooo yeah)
I was grinding by myself I never saw

girl
(Creepy girl) , no Juicy J
She's a very trippy girl (Trippy girl) , ayy
These rubber bands gon' make her dance
(Gon' make her dance) , ayy
This

Broken Prodycal
Hook:
Cross on my neck might be crossing them up, I need it bands so I'm running it up,bout what I'm talking bout never gone bluff I

exhibit
Original  all these boys na me dey just mimic
Cruising in the motherland
Got like 250 thousand in a rubber band
Kissing a South African
When i

Rubber band bust in my pocket, cuz it's holdin' all this cash
Freaky bitch gon' eat the dick, cuz that hoe see I'm in my bag
I need a pound

the club, so sophisticated
Buju little waste, whack far from basic
Let's face it, yellow diamonds in my bracelet
It's the rubber boy, not Slim Magazine
I mean

bandits
That banded together since rubber-band kids
That used to get banned
Now our band's stacking bands bitch

Cause ya can't rewind time
But you can

you for that ride
Know you want me deep inside it

Let me kiss all on your neck and make ya breathe slowly
That rubber band around these locs
Will make

You Bluffin

Knew from the jump
That he a stupid man
Yea I need some money
I need stupid bands
Yea that boy all in love
Call em cupid man
Yea one shot

Frosted Flakes

Migos

Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2

2019

don't close
The trap be bunkin' (hah)
Rubber ducky give it to the junky (junky)
'Cause your boy gone by by the bunches (country)
Pack it up and move