Rubber bands(x3) Look at these rubbber bands Bouncing left to right up and down Call my boi right now let em kno wats goin downn Look at these rubber bands(x4) Bouncing left to right up n down Call my boi right now Let em kno wats goin down Look at these rubber bands(x3)
Primeiro Verso
Pull up, dance tryna snatch that rubber Stacks falling off my back pack While i holla wats up soulja Dolla poppin, bet i throw it showing up The middle finger showing Up the index ring Yeah i know my index thing Its yellow diamonds yellow rings Its soulja boy tell em man Throw my chain in the rings Shouts out to the mona lisa Hanging on my wall with my grill, Right next to the rubber bands dawg For real
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Segundo Verso
Hands down i got swag for the year Rubber bands on my neck my ice on my dere Make my grill disaper Wen i smile in the sun Wen u c the money game man Girl u better run Cuz we snatching chicks And taking chicks Aint no nedd to holla pardner Just pass me the rubber bands And the rest will fall in shawty Holla if u hear me homey Scream if u c me shawty Be ready to scream Cuz u up out to c me shawty
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Terceiro Verso
Walk inside the mall girls screaming Cuz im fresher dan a doll New york different seasons Boy i gotta ball I gotta have it all If i cant have a this then I dont want it at all This is how we boss This is how we ball Pop tags n we do it boy Checking them haters off N do it do it do it boy Soulja tell em yeah Tell em im the man U cant get into my mansion Unless u want some of this man
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Compositores: Christopher James Gholson (Drumma Boy) (BMI), Deandre Cortez Way (BMI)Editores: Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP), Young Drumma (ASCAP)Publicado em 2008ECAD verificado obra #4192187 e fonograma #1987027 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM