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straps in We makin' guap, yeah, we makin' them rubber bands
These niggas lame in the bitch, they can't be the Klan With that nigga, he talkin', we come

not a
Bimbo, JK, tell ‘em what's poppin', big bro
(Ha)

Okay, throw flame when I spit flows
Seems ever since I was fourteen (Urgh)
I was chasin'

calculating costs
Return of the king
I pull up your era gone (Eragon)
Shawty want more than a summer fling
I can tell by the pheromones
Still swinging hooks

tell em not today
I gotta get it until all of my (AYE) got 5’s and 1’s to feed the young
I gotta grind until the design we got on the sweats replacing

to collapse
There's nothing you need to worry about
We'll up your dose when you walk out
(Thanks Doc) I'm looking for an elastic rubber band man do you have it

There's nothing you need to worry about
We'll up your dose when you walk out
(Thanks Doc) I'm looking for an elastic rubber band man do you have it
No sir

rubber bands on the meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Take one, take two, take three, heave it
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve,

another galaxy
Get your telescopes
My flow is hella dope, punch lines never
Been the type tell a joke, nope
So fresh you can smell the soap
Boy you know I'm

people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this

I bought it just to make 'em stare
Left them niggas over there
Now they see me everywhere
Bands on me wrapped in tens
Never cuff it, I'ma spend
Lil'

damn texts
Show em up face to face feel the fire in your chest
Heard they turned to rubber bands
Guessing niggas got stretched

(gllliiiddd)
Choppy Sounding off singing like Lucci
Left the scene told me boys it was Gucci (brrr)

Neva been a Soulja boy 
Always been a F**in chief 
Lead neva

Finesse [Remix]

Bruno Mars

Finesse

2018

we poppin' rubber bands
Bruno sang to me while I do my money dance like
Ayy, flexin' on the 'Gram like (ayy)
Hit the Lil Jon, okay (okay), okay

em like a Soulja
Keep on floating By
I'm the chosen child
Thas I'm asking why
So I can take your pain
And turn it into mine

Man I don't mind
I got

The Mop
I can have my dogs Sic' Em'
Like I said go get em' Chop
I don't want friends bitch I want only bands
I'ma keep stacking till I'm breaking rubber

time searchin'

So ladies, if you got a man, hope you got no wedding plan
Cause we throw the kinda money get the fuckin' rubber band
So baby go ahead

Gunpowder on my fingertips
Cocaine between my fingernails look, mama
What Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
Ain't got no vest, protected by these

type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
We got plenty guns
We tote f&ns
I’m trynna spinna again

should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four
But you got one, man (big boy)
give me two

Twice Inna Lifetime

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season

out the sand
Cuz I'm just trynna make these 15 minutes stretch like rubber bands dawg
I just wish my bro could see where I am dawg
I been live while

Niggas walk em down cuz I say so
Counting all my likes while I'm counting up my bankroll
She be tryna run kinda funny I don't chase those
Know I'm

never going back to hell
Put the money in a rubber band and call it ponytail
You can't hit this cup bitch I been sipping out a holy grail

I be full

running the game
Them boy down in Houston that got the streets on lock
But just incase they slow and don't know
Somebody tell em the name
Chamillitary mayne