They were pictures from the soul So keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk And your digital downloads [Chorus] Take your seats now, folks. It's show
man (cherish: do it do it do it) man (man) I ride good man (man) U quick to boo it man (man) Im in da club 10 grand in tha rubber band (band) Damn
if you're a woman or a child or man When i'm done everybody's gonna understand Some rappers get mad when you say they're in a band But, not me Cause
tryna show me I'm his Number one investment. he kno what I like. stay on your job type. I'll pop if you can pop like? rubber bands [Chorus] [Verse 3
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that
Damn i got a swag but she got a swag too (Gorilla Zoe) Brand new pull it out the bag and pop the tag boo.. Yea i got swag im slickin than yo band too
nuthin' that'll make me go This crazy all night spendin? my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs Get full, and niggaz, niggaz, pop, pop
in the club, Remy, Rose when you're all ready say go, okay everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
actin' And it's a fact that when you see us in person Think we gon' flex or show you no action Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time So I figure
on a show, she do what I like Excuse me miss, what's your name I don't wanna tell you the same ol' thing Drop, drop it low, make, make it pop, I can
, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label Sit behind the desk, you know, watch a lil' cable Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out Get into some pop music, put a rock band
rubber bands dawg for real chorus verse two hands down i got swag for the year rubber bands on my neck my ice on my dere soulja boy rubber bands lyrics
, pass to Arab Pass, pass to Arab Pass, pass to Arab Arab, watch my feet and my hands The cap on my head and these jewels on my pants Stunna shades on my face, rubber bands
can find me Bangin' in da Chevy, candy painted swingin' 9 deep Saint cars creep wit my people right behind me I showed dem my chain now She hollerin' what u buyin' me? I show
Can Find Me Bangin' In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep Saint Card Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me I Showed Dem My Chain Now She Hollerin Wat U Buyin' Me I Show
You Can Find Me Bangin' In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep Saint Cards Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me I Showed Dem My Chain Now She Hollerin Wat U Buyin' Me I Show
jewelry, that's always on gold I know the storm is comin' My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower Call up my homies that's home Then pop in the night
