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big xshon – rubber bandz lyrics

[pre+chorus: braydo]
rubber bands, we stackin’ it
not one, got two bad ass hoes
drop the top while i got top
drank my nut, yeah she my sl+t
look at my neck, froze
look at my b+tch, she gold
watch out for them bucs
this fall we takin souls
just poured up, that’s wocky
let’s take off like rockets
so high, moonwalkin’
see it, i like it, i cop it
run up a bag and swallow me a perc
f+ckin’ up checks and puttin’ in work
2023 my year
dash to the cash, just hope i don’t die first
[chorus: braydo]
run it up, run it up, run it up
ran so many drugs i’m feelin’ like forrest gump (uh)
add it up, add it up, add it up
einstein sh+t, the way imma count it up (uh)
foreign whips and b+tches
pints on pints of actavis, and
told my momma i’m sorry
bout this paper like i’m dunder mifflin

[verse 1: big xshon & yung dul]
like rick ross, i’m the f+ckin boss
caught it wit one hand, now they call me randy moss
i don’t need no d+mn advance, pay wit cash, f+ck the cost
saucе it up like uzi vert, this vlone, not lacostе
keep my stick tucked
that’s my heater, that’s my strap (strap)
keep my d+ck up the way she sittin on my lap (lap)
told her swear to god, i put the city on my back (back)
all my boys bout it, yeah we always f+ckin strapped (brruh)
far in the game, so you know you gettin lapped (lap)
if i’m with yo b+tch, then you know she gettin smashed (smashed)
all my shooters shoot, it’s a motherf+ckin’ fact (yuh)
always wit the gang, yeah, i’m never gonna lack
and yo b+tch she throw it back
and that ass imma smack
pass it to my boy
in the club, make some noise
got three b+tches, it takes poise
playin’ round with dem like toys
in that p+ssy, i’ll destroy
i just wanna give dem joy
gotta ny state of mind, i feel illmatic like i’m nas
crashed my plane in the tropics, lookin like a scene a lost
got the fur coat, ears are blingin, yeah you know that i got sauce
drippin’ louis, prada, gucci, and i smell like hugo boss (brrah)
[chorus: braydo]
run it up, run it up, run it up
ran so many drugs i’m feelin’ like forrest gump (uh)
add it up, add it up, add it up
einstein sh+t, the way imma count it up (uh)
foreign whips and b+tches
pints on pints of actavis, and
told my momma i’m sorry
bout this paper like i’m dunder mifflin

[verse 2: big xshon, braydo, and yung dul]
woke up, roof still f+ckin’ missing (gone)
not on the crib, came off the whip
don’t want know pics, my life a movie
inna jacuzzi, made a movie
with a b+tch, real dime, a ten
she brought her friend, said jump on in
not talkin’ bout water, she talkin’ bout coochie (water)
need more paper like loose leaf
off that molly i’m rollin’
on this beat, i’m still flowin’
smokin’ this wood watch how i go in
whole thing to the face
let’s cut to the chase
if life is a race, i got good pace
one hand on the wheel
p+ssy my favorite meal
lead so d+mn big you cannot deal
we winnin’, we winnin’, you losin’
bad b+tch, i speak fluent
ain’t no picking and choosing

- big xshon lyrics

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