Rubberband Man Premo Rice
"Rubberband Man" by Premo Rice, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of resilience, determination, and overcoming challenges. The lyrics convey a sense of bouncing back from adversity, much like a rubber band. Unique musical elements include catchy hooks and vibrant beats, contributing to its energetic vibe. The song resonates with listeners, promoting positivity and strength in the face of difficulties. #HipHop
[Intro]
Well, icy!
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand
[Verse]
Raise your cups up (Cups up), couple sluts tucked (Sluts tucked)
I don't need much, my strip got no speed bumps (Nah)
This my feng shui (feng shui), ain’t no fun play (Fun play)
I’ma make ya model walk it like a runway (A runway)
On a Sunday (Sunday), this your last stop (Skrrrt!)
Bitch, you ain’t no better than my last drop (My last drop)
I’ll replace ya (Replace ya), never chase ya (Chase ya)
Keep my cheddar stacked, money - never waste ya (Waste ya)
Or you could taste the Kool-Aid, but don’t drink the wine
Fly hunnies, bum bitches get left behind
Stay sharp, street-smart, plus the fat ass sit right
Fuck with real niggas, keep they game on [trunk-tight?]
I’ma keep pimpin’ for the hoes out in Texas
Cornbread, fair, drive a fly ass Lexus
C’s up for my bad bitches in Compton
Bang the set hard while this shit keep stompin’
A famous set, ho, what?
Well, icy!
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand
[Verse]
Raise your cups up (Cups up), couple sluts tucked (Sluts tucked)
I don't need much, my strip got no speed bumps (Nah)
This my feng shui (feng shui), ain’t no fun play (Fun play)
I’ma make ya model walk it like a runway (A runway)
On a Sunday (Sunday), this your last stop (Skrrrt!)
Bitch, you ain’t no better than my last drop (My last drop)
I’ll replace ya (Replace ya), never chase ya (Chase ya)
Keep my cheddar stacked, money - never waste ya (Waste ya)
Or you could taste the Kool-Aid, but don’t drink the wine
Fly hunnies, bum bitches get left behind
Stay sharp, street-smart, plus the fat ass sit right
Fuck with real niggas, keep they game on [trunk-tight?]
I’ma keep pimpin’ for the hoes out in Texas
Cornbread, fair, drive a fly ass Lexus
C’s up for my bad bitches in Compton
Bang the set hard while this shit keep stompin’
A famous set, ho, what?
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