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babyface ray - rubberband man lyrics

[intro]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man (mob)

[chorus]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b_tch, f_ck what you sayin’, i’m the rubberband man
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b_tch, f_ck 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

[verse 1]
rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
lil’ n_gga, 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, h_lla cheese, n_gga, this a gang roll
i’ma f_ck her all night, turn the lil’ b_tch 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 sh_t white, n_gga
the hype die, i just hope you’ll be alright, n_gga (alright)
i hit the mic’ and bleed my soul, this my life, n_gga
i’m in h. lorenzo, the sh_t i cop, could’ve put down for a benzo
she keep f_ckin’ lame n_ggas, 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 sh_t, you might go ask big four
mr. put_that_sh_t_on
mr. go_and_get_that_bag_and_show_these_n_ggas_how_to_do
candy on the old school look just like a prada shooter
rule motherf_cker, f_ckin’ don’t acknowledge you
how you turned the crib smaller than a f_ckin’ college room?
did my thing on peace street, road deal, columns too
money flyin’ in the room, b_tches like “who is you?”
[chorus]
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b_tch, f_ck what you sayin’, i’m the rubberband man
she asked me what’s my name, i’m the rubberband man
b_tch, f_ck 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

[verse 2]
mr. rocket_plain_jane (real)
ain’t no time to g_ngb_ng, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin’ paid
n_gga, 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 n_ggas get some money always get it strange?
ayy, what hoes say? i’ll never change
no filter, i’ll say the sh_t they never say
i’m in the back relaxin’, let my partner navigate
i’ma set the table, you can get a plate
some n_ggas get they sh_t and run, some other n_ggas stay
ten b_tches wantin’ me while i’m at papi’s stay
sh_t, we all got to die, but you can die today

- babyface ray lyrics

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