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Project Pat

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Don't Play About Rubberbands Lyrics - Project Pat

[Hook x2] 

We don't play about the work and the rubber bands (x3) 

Fuck with my rubber bands, its a murder man 




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[Verse 1: Project Pat] 

If its money on the table they get wronged and they gone die 

Penitentiary chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gone try 

Fuck police and them snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly 

Choppa bullets [?] baked like chicken pie pie 

If you real like you say you is, the streets gone tell it no lie 

If you phony get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye 

I'm gone always hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high 

I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my finger you die 

Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky 

Talking about taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie 

Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone flood the town 

Making plays like the Superbowl, each one touchdown 


[Hook x2] 




[Verse 2:Juicy J] 

My fingers tired, from counting fifty 

Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck with twenties 

Unless they young and they hungry for the dick, drugs 

More dick, another bitch, drugs 

Fucking 2 bitches with fore gloves 

Yo nigga lost his bitch 

I'm walking in on some ball shit 

Juicy J I talk money, I don't talk shit 

I wan't it all, I don't care what the cost is 

I'm so motherfucking fly 

I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the show back 

Let me show niggas how to swag 

Money talk, I promise I heard your money laugh 

I ain't got no bones to pick with my past 

All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the grass 

Catching my ashes, from the end of my weed smoke 

Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my weed man 


[Hook x2] 


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