Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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We play about the work and the rubber bands (x3)
Fuck with my rubber bands, its a man

1: Project Pat]
If its money on the they get wronged and they gone die
Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm but a nigga gone try
police and them snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa [?] baked like chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets tell it no lie
If you get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gone hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high
I got thugs who at triggers, blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight from Mexico, why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone flood the
Making plays like the Superbowl, one touchdown

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[Verse J]
My fingers tired, counting fifty
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't with twenties
Unless they and they hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, another bitch,
2 bitches with fore gloves
Yo nigga lost his
I'm walking in on ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I talk shit
I wan't it all, I don't care the cost is
I'm so fly
I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the back
Let me niggas how to swag
Money talk, I I heard your money laugh
I ain't got no to pick with my past
All of the niggas owe me money, in the grass
Catching my ashes, from the end of my weed
bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my weed man

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Full lyrics be available upon release. Stay tuned!