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blasting em, stack a rack
Couple grand, rubber bands
Galavant in the woods
Off of an alprazolam
They a raggedy calamity like Ragged Anne
I'm Parappa rapping

go)

Boy, she know you a shrimp, she don't fuck with no simp
Walked in around five, put it right by her eyes
Thought I gave her Perky dick, girl,

tell 'em that we got the motherfucking grams
Call my people for your people, plus my fuckin' fans
We won't shake hands, pussy boy
I'mma fuck up your life

dawgy I ain’t tryna be famous
Correction need my rackaroni while I’m sitting fameless
Yo bitch love my vibe told me you be acting like an anus
Tell em

Never Die

Cee Lo Green

Quality Street Music

2012

birds you would let em fly
Yeah, cause real niggas never die (What?)

Somebody tell me why (why)
Why the good die young (why)
Sometimes it makes me

Tell me lil nigga
What be the move
I got lots of figures but
Mister met by chance
I ain't said that shit in a minute
Finger fuck the rubber bands
New ARP

When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than

wrapped em with this rubber band
I chill with eriyan
Faith Christina milian
Love don't cost a thing but mine definitely cost a million
Push em down
Blow it

and wrap rubber bands
They be wondering if I'm going to fall off, boy take that shit back to wonder land
He ain't one of mine, is he from the other side?

pocket, in my hands
I got money stuffed inside these rubber bands
I came a long way from that n***a selling sand
I’m about to fly out my lil bitches from

that rain dance
She be counting stacks, popping rubber bands
She move up and down the pole
She do the rain dance
She gon' make it clap buss it mami no

Saturday Night

Schoolly D

Saturday Night! The Album

1987

both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba

Khalid and they boys all we do is win
She don't know how I get money, but she know this benz
And I keep it in a Index fund no rubber bands
She don't know

Take your time for a man
And the feeling with be greater

Babies, having babies
Babies, 16, 17, having babies it’s a shame
Slick D tell 'em

Listen

the cellphone like eighty times

Free the boys

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral

region
Rubber band - Shawty shoppin
When the party poppin I'm non attendant

Believe in god in - in the same breath
I'll tell a nigga "I'm non religous"

tomorrow
Aye
Promise I won’t tell
Wishin’ I could tell if you
Wanna cut em off or
We havin’ a ménage
Ion wanna leave ya ‘lone
Hopin’ you could tell
Yeah

when our hands up
It's even on camera
What more do you need, don't want us to think but loving our dance huh
Giving rubber band love
Who understands me

em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out

new economy plan
Whole lotta rubbers you know I got bands
I invent a new plan, I'm so hot caught a tan
So much water on me think I'm sweatin, need

I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas 
Bitch I'm

Louis bags, rubber bands
Lifestyle make em numbers dance
I’m just a product of circumstance
But they don’t ever understand, no no
That’s why they get mad

New National Anthem

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets

get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in