Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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We don't about the work and the rubber bands (x3)
Fuck with my rubber bands, its a man

[Verse 1: Pat]
If its money on the table they get wronged and gone die
Penitentiary chance to get cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gone try
Fuck police and snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] like chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the gone tell 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 stay high
I got thugs who at triggers, blow one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian tie
Call me up the banana boat, now I'm gone flood the town
Making plays the Superbowl, each one touchdown

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

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Full lyrics be available upon release. Stay tuned!