Lyrics:
move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can't
Move a rubber tree plant
But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes
He's got high apple
Shit a wrap, no cap, like I don't wear hats
Rubber band money like a ponytail
Rubber band money like a ponytail
Rubber band money like a ponytail
me why!
Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile
Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile
And here I am standing with nothing but rubber
Zij willen trapjack, voor verbrand rubber op wegdek
Ik heb no hart net als 21 savage
Voor die money ben ik reckless
Bro het is sterk
Zij willen
with no rubbers on
(Yeah fuck'em with no rubbers on)
We be on that same shit
(Yeah we be on that same shit)
Fuck'em then we send'em home
(Yeah I
i wanna swag
Rubber band boy still run with a duffle bag
I'm a rock like I wanna rock Roll like i wanna roll
Word on the street I'm a Indian Outlaw
(Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha' birds)
(Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha' birds)
(Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha'
on Vernon to that duplex (see ya)
[Chorus] (AMG)
When I bump on this trouble
Niggas gettin' big money on the double
Fast lane, champagne, rubber to burn
(He) pounded my head with a rubber hammer
Now I'm shorter by over half a meter
I don't look down on anyone anymore
I don't spit on anybody's head
Pera namin naka rubber bands
Everything 1K
Pag bitch basic we run away
Big booty okay
Pera namin naka rubber bands
Everything 1K
Pag bitch basic we
(Play with Drim he got touch ya)
Said I’m riding in dis coupe
And we burnin rubber
Nigga don’t u play with me
I came from the gutta
Don’t u try
that I was twenty and a half
I haven't worn a rubber in a good year
I haven't worn a rubber in a good year
My bedside table's like a wooden horse
"What's fair is fair!"
His partners say he's batty
Jill cruises town
Drinking Royal Crown
Provided by Big Daddy
I got the rubbers
And I got the cream
I
I'm just counting up the money flipped
Four hundred bands
Running running
Running through the hundred bands
I ain't with breaking rubbers bitch
I'm into
on the same plan
Still on the same plan
Im talking rubber bands
I've got some rubber bands
I'm talking stacking bands
Stack it don't spend it man
I'm
Have my money when I pull up or that's gon be yo ass
When I pull up on ya
Need that cash in hand
No rubber band
I gotta count them grands
Yeah
When
Yea yea
Every time I close my eyelids
Flash backs, my past is where I live
No one sees the ugly
I know how to hide it
Burnin' thru these rubbers
reload
Fuck all that traffic i built my own road
Fuck is you saying hoe?
Ain't got no money you playing hoe
I'm tryna pop rubber bands tho
Ain't got no
rubber bands got them rubber bands uh
Do the running man do the running the man uh
Know we got them drums like a marching band uh
Know we Got them kilos
a little story
Got played like a banjo
You had my head spinning like tornado
If theres one thing that I do know
Its that ill bounce back like a rubber band
Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk Twerk til it hurt hurt
Hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt
Pop that pussy on a handstand pop it Like 2 rubber
If you dance with the king
You´ll kill the king
Dead flowers on the sidewalk
Laying on bed with the deep talk
Talk
Talking to get over with this rubber
to know
I wanna know you
Pull me close
Pull me closer, closer
And snap me back like a rubber band
And snap me back like a rubber band
And snap me back like
are kids tryna be cool
Rubber masks and rubber brains
That's all you need to boost
Your shitty little suburb life
With stolen eggs and stolen knives
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