| Ima outer space baller, put you up on astronomy
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| Mathematically with a pistol I do trigonometry
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| Humbly, eat up a nigga like a piranha B
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| Riding in the cutlass same color as a bumble bee
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| I had to man I brought the flip flop jag through
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| Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my dad was sad blue
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| Ride straight pass you, my choppas will outlast you
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| I promise I’mma smash you, 30−06's blast you
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| 600 see through Benz call it the glass coup
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| Diamonds look like Passion Fruit, Viper look like Apple Fruit
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| Ride through the hood you know the Burban look like Snapple Juice
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| Bricks from black facts, from Summa Hill Pappa 2
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| Rapper who, bitch you know I’m the Best Thang Smoking
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| Hit em in the neck with the Tec, and leave ya throat smoking
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| Dro Rollin, bitch I got a million for yo million
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| We up in these hoods trapping, building after building
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| Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
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| Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
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| Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
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| When we in the club (they think its snowing yoing yoing yoing)
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| 28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
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| We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
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| Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
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| You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)
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| I love flipping down screens, and love riding 23's
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| Love gliding down the street, and love watching Lean On Me
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| Love paying Ten-a-Key, love selling pounds of weed
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| Love in the club when my thugs are surrounding me
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| Ain’t nobody bouncing me, DJ is announcing me
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| Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me
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| Fed’s trying to pounce on me, I’m larger than a mountain be
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| Shawty say she fuck with Grand Hustle bitch bounce with me
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| Ice come from Tokyo, roll like a roly-po
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| 5 blunts of total dro, I think I’m bout to overdose
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| Trunk ain’t bumping and jumping, it got the holy ghost
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| Bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more
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| Trap time nigga, yeah strap time nigga put down bet a rubber band,
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| crap time nigga, in my lap a nine nigga
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| 45 in the console, show em how the reversible clip’ll do a drum roll
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| Rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
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| Tokyo Diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
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| Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
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| When we in the club (they think its snowing yoing yoing yoing)
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| 28 inches (in the A yay yay yaer)
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| We be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
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| Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
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| You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)
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| 28 inches (in the A ya yaer)
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| G4 (in the A ya yaer)
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| Young Dro (waves in my hair ya yaer)
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| Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yaer)
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| Rock Cartier, I’mma Chief like an Indian
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| Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian
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| Prototype Bentley with Celerian and Vivian
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| Dark sniper riding in the Viper up in Michigan
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| Fucking with my clique’ll get you lost like Gilligan
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| Dro is on the pill again I promise I’mma kill again
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| Y’all fake niggas how the fuck could you be real again
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| Murder all foes I trap 'em up than I seal 'em in
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| Rubber band fitted, extra tan Chevy
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| Straight-drop glass got that extra tan ready
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| Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry
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| Ice Cream Chevy, nigga Ben & Jerry |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubberband Banks , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Gas 2 - Gangsta & Street 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп