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rubberband og - 36 bows كلمات أغنية

[intro: rubberband og]
woah
yeah

[chours: rubberband og]
my last thirty_six ‘bows
when i sell these b_tches, i’ma buy a hundred more
trappin’ got my pockets swole
tryna flood your city with these bags, ain’t tryna do a show
know i’m sellin’ ninety_three gas, it sellin’ for the low
my jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b_tches don’t get the time of day
lil’ baby, you gon’ f_ck me or you ain’t, i ain’t got time to play
thirty thousand on this rollie watch, i ain’t got time to waste
tired of bein’ humble, f_ck that sh_t, i’m puttin’ it in they face

[verse 1: rubberband og]
ever seen a young n_gga f_ck up a sack?
i was eighteen with like thirty somethin’ racks
p_ssy got wet when i jumped out the scat
dior shoes with the dior hat
runnin’ through money, i ain’t got no cap
pipe the b_tch up, brought her brand_new hair
spent a hundred k just on my clients
stupid designer sh_t i wear
trackhawk fast, it gon’ tear up the road
took your b_tch, i’ma tear up your ho
got a lot of money, chain hittin’ like woah
you got good p_ssy, let me hear you say, “woah”
’til the day i die, never tell on the bros
just bought a fire, put the dope in the floor
in the trap house, i just went gold
0500 thousand bags i sold
[chours: rubberband og]
my last thirty_six ‘bows
when i sell these b_tches, i’ma buy a hundred more
trappin’ got my pockets swole
tryna flood your city with these bags, ain’t tryna do a show
know i’m sellin’ ninety_three gas, it sellin’ for the low
my jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b_tches don’t get the time of day
lil’ baby, you gon’ f_ck me or you ain’t, i ain’t got time to play
thirty thousand on this rollie watch, i ain’t got time to waste
tired of bein’ humble, f_ck that sh_t, i’m puttin’ it in they face

[verse 2: rubberband og]
every day, i’m in somethin’ new
throwin’ money out the sunroof (ooh)
pullin’ up in somethin’ foolish, i’m like shawty lo when i come through
too many ‘bows, send a hundred more, i’ma get ’em sold
too many hoes, told her bring a friend, i’ma f_ck ’em both
pull up brain to drip (pull up), p_ssy wet, i slipped out
i’m so d_mn drunk, i nutted in her, sh_t, i tripped out
i’m the type to get a ki’ to your spot and trap that b_tch out
f_ck your baby mama good and make her put your sh_t out

[verse 3: veeze]
goin’ good, can’t f_ck it up (yeah)
play it right, it could turn you up
last play, [?] came in the club
drought came, my price went up
i was shoppin’ live but sh_t not enough
you coppin’ live but your price be cut
thots givin’ me top for bruh
my wedding day, i’m pourin’ wock’ in the punch
pop a seal and i’m gon’ forget you
cheatin’ on my son, but she know i’m lit
god do, but i don’t forgive
pop a pill, i can’t even stick
bro clutchin’, had to tell him chill
[?], b_tch, i’ll throw your bills
30k how my day was spent
young baller like chino hills
[chours: rubberband og]
my last thirty_six ‘bows
when i sell these b_tches, i’ma buy a hundred more
trappin’ got my pockets swole
tryna flood your city with these bags, ain’t tryna do a show
know i’m sellin’ ninety_three gas, it sellin’ for the low
my jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b_tches don’t get the time of day
lil’ baby, you gon’ f_ck me or you ain’t, i ain’t got time to play
thirty thousand on this rollie watch, i ain’t got time to waste
tired of bein’ humble, f_ck that sh_t, i’m puttin’ it in they face

[outro]
(dopeboys of america)
start that b_tch over, cuh

- rubberband og

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