Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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We don't play the work and the rubber bands (x3)
Fuck my rubber bands, its a murder 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
Fuck police and snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] baked like pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the streets gone it no lie
If you phony get fucked a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gone always hustle on the low, so my pockets stay
I got thugs who at triggers, blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, they though, Colombian they tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone the town
Making plays the Superbowl, each one touchdown

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

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Full lyrics be available upon release. Stay tuned!