| Uh huh, yeah, yeah
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| Uh huh, yeah
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| Ayo, Al, I got you
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| Ayo, the Butcher coming, nigga
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| Look, I got ten niggas with me, all body catchers
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| That’s ten straps and Air Max 97s
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| You know why we legends, ask the streets, yeah
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| They watched me stretch it, I put the microwave on 90 seconds
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| The day my brother died like 9/11, I missed him
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| He smoked a big one when he took that backseat ride to heaven
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| She see my watch, but I don’t got a second
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| This wrist got us extras, it’s in the pot doing calisthenics
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| They talk tough talk, but they don’t want no issues
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| All they talk is gunplay, but they don’t own no pistols
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| Sat down at a meeting, manteca on the menu
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| Red laser on the nickel, turn a hater to a Hindu
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| If you used to being broke, then this paper gon' offend you
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| Niggas either dick riding or they paid for their credentials
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| I was young, the plug told me, «Just be patient, I’ma hit you
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| Shit slow, work with me, just take what I can give you»
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| I took that, doubled back and got greater, I continued
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| 'Cause my loyalty as good as any favor I could lend you
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| You can hate, but I’m official, I don’t break 'cause I ain’t brittle
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| That’s real G shit, if you a gangster, I commend you, ah
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| Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
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| Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
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| 6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
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| It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
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| Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
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| Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
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| 6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
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| It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
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| My background official, I don’t back down from issues
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| I spin back ‘round and get you, pull my mask down and clip you
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| You can go and check my record, not a blemish on my file
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| The whole Griselda bought Rolexes and put VSs on the dial
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| My man calling home sick, said he stressing over trial
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| I said, «You get a hundred years, you still a legend in the town»
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| We was youngsters who grew to be crooked, they threw me in booking
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| This beef shit, speak up, this Uzi’ll cook it
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| They played hoops, I played the stoop with the tool in the bushes
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| First day I met your old lady, she threw me the pussy
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| Yeah, we real niggas, hundred grand, that’s my mother fault
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| I need another vault, nigga, yeah, that’s hustler talk
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| In this game of life, it mean death if you come up short
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| My man doing a stretch for a body that his brother caught
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| Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know
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| That my post game standing on this block like Karl Malone, ah
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| Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
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| Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
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| 6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
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| It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
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| Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
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| Dope fiends walking up the block, rubber bands and weight
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| 6am, but I ain’t closing shop, my other plans can wait
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| It’s Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block, did twenty grand a day
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| Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
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| My other plans can wait, did twenty grand a day
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| Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rubber Bands & Weight, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Tana Talk 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп