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Correct Pop A Rubber Band Lyrics
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Travis Porter
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Correct Pop A Rubber Band
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This one right here This for all the niggas standin' around in the strip club No cash [Chorus] Pop a rubber band, pop a rubber band Pop a rubber band, pop a rubber band Shawty won’t let go cause she know that I’m the man She say she wanna bounce, hold a puppet in her hand And I pop a rubber band, pop a rubber band Pop a rubber band, pop a rubber band And when we hit the club, we don’t go there just to stand We brought a couple grand, we gon' make them bitches dance Cause we pop a rubber band Used to jack, rolling up a jack Shawty so thick, see her ass from the front I’m playing with them bands hoe, I'm playing with them bands I pop 'em like they Xanax, yea I pop 'em like they Xanax Bring me anything, meet me girlies and we offer Big chain, call me Dirty When my color runs in the flute, tell them broads get it up I love this stripper girl, man I just can’t get enough 20 G’s in a rubber band hoe I'm the man Standing on the speaker, watch me do my money dance One step, two step, three step, four Pop pop pop that pussy, if you want big dough [Chorus] All black with some gold on Forgiato's on the whip, get my roll on Bad yellow bone bitch, ain’t got no clothes on ‘er Four door Jeep, bitch ain’t got no doors on ‘er Pop a rubber band, bitch I do this every night Go out Friday night, early morning catch a flight But turn the lights off, baby welcome to the show If you ain’t down to play your role bitch you gotta go If you don’t wanna go, then baby take a shot I know you want these rubber bands, drop it like it’s hot Yea, I turned a flip into a movie set And when she see rubber bands it get her pussy wet [Chorus] Look, shawty wanna shake that ass on me I said cool, man I’m glad I got some cash on me Young nigga 21, I’m a fucking boss All this money that I throw 'em coulda bought a loft And y’all niggas can’t afford those No he doin' bad, his crib foreclosed Yea, and I ain’t nothing like that other man Still looking polished with the hotties poppin' rubber bands Spending money all across the world Up the magic closet, have it with my nigga Earl Yea, pulled up in the new Range No, we had to make it rain with the loose change [Chorus]
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