Broken Rubber band 2

Dripping on'em whip candy coated
Take a double look pockets looking bloated
Leave a paper trail niggas over loaded
Broken rubber bands
Money never folded
Left the kitchen dirty
But my chick will clean it
Dishes everywhere
Man dat bitch was heated
I been whipping something
She ain't whipping nothing
She should not complain
When that money coming
Yeah I need a favor
You can get this paper
Need some rubber bands
And some food savers
You can bag this up once I see you later
Prices going up like an elevator
I don't have time for them perpetrators
All of these instigators
And investigators
Spent some new money
Got my diamonds dancing
Like it's been time for the percolator
Got a couple Niggas that will bus your head
Tuck ya right to bed off some shit you said
Get ya body painted
So just watch ya mouth
You can get a check when you catch the lead
Keep a bunch of bread in the G'wag

Got it brand new wit the paper tags
Wanted all black
But I got it white with the black rims
See it ain't bad

All I really wanted was to get the paper
Got them blue strips in supreme bags
What you know about digging in the couch
Pulling 50s out just to buy a jag

I was down in out
You ain't care about
What I cared about made me so mad
So them tables turned
And your bridges burnt
Niggaz live in learn
Yeah it's so sad

Like
Fuck am I doin in this bitch
I should be out getting rich
Dam I'm so piss
I need a mill on my dish
Probably go catch me a lick
This nigga charm you see them jewels
On his arm
Thinking bout getting him gone
Fuck could go wrong
Run up on him With that Jon
And that be the last of this song
Huh!

I ain't slipping I ain't never tripping
Keep a tool on me
Have them hammers lifting
Knock a nail in'em
I ain't care givin
Need ya roof done
Have ya ceiling pealing
Run up on me nigga
If you wanna nigga
In the summer nigga
Get the drumming nigga
Yeah the gunna nigga
Like to stutter nigga
Da da da da
Da da
Da da nigga
Niggas counterfeiting
I ain't fucking wit'em
I'm the realest out you can bet it wit'em
Tell me how the fuck I could bet it wit'em
Wit out the thought to count
Or a pot to piss'n
You ain't got the brains just to pay attention
I am to paid to take criticism
This is Baltimore
Check murder ink
Every other day another body missing
Nigga



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Writer(s): Kevin C. Gray Jr.
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