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
U can get this paper
Need some rubber bands
And some food savers
You can bag this up once I see u 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 da 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 u know about digging in the couch
Pulling 50s out just to buy a jag
I was down in out
U 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
F*ck 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 u see them jewels
On his arm
Thinking bout getting him gone
F*ck could go wrong
Run up on him With that Jon
N 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 u 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 f*cking wit'em
I'm the realest out you can bet it wit'em
Tell me how the f*ck I could bet it wit'em
Wit out the thought to count
Or a pot to piss'n
U 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
Charmboy Da Chillz - Broken Rubber Band Lyrics
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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
U can get this paper
Need some rubber bands
And some food savers
You can bag this up once I see u 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 da 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 u know about digging in the couch
Pulling 50s out just to buy a jag
I was down in out
U 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
F*ck 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 u see them jewels
On his arm
Thinking bout getting him gone
F*ck could go wrong
Run up on him With that Jon
N 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 u 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 f*cking wit'em
I'm the realest out you can bet it wit'em
Tell me how the f*ck I could bet it wit'em
Wit out the thought to count
Or a pot to piss'n
U 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
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
U can get this paper
Need some rubber bands
And some food savers
You can bag this up once I see u 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 da 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 u know about digging in the couch
Pulling 50s out just to buy a jag
I was down in out
U 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
F*ck 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 u see them jewels
On his arm
Thinking bout getting him gone
F*ck could go wrong
Run up on him With that Jon
N 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 u 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 f*cking wit'em
I'm the realest out you can bet it wit'em
Tell me how the f*ck I could bet it wit'em
Wit out the thought to count
Or a pot to piss'n
U 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
Writer: Kevin Gray
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