Opinion - Rubberband Lyrics

Yea
You could be my little betty crocker
Cooking in the kitchen wit da cakey
Let me ponder
Let me hit it from da back back back
Let me show how we spend it
When we get these bands
Let me show you how i strech it
Like a fucking rubberband
Once you see how i get it
You goin be more then a fan
You goin love my shit
And when we break up
You goin say fuck love
Cause you miss my shit
Yea you miss my

Ew i could tell you never made love
Cause you monin and you screamin
Fuckin up ya make up
And you ont want nobody different
You just want me even if its long distance

And i respect that shit
Yea i get that shit
So when we make love
Imma wreck that shit
Yea Imma bless that shit
And when im on the road
Imma miss that shit
Yea imma miss my

Eww call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea
Neeed that kind of love
Thats gonna make u wanna die for me
Ride or die for me yea ride or die
call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea
call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea

Eww i need you to love me
Cause everybody else in the world means nothin
Eew yea i just need my baby
My number 1 fan
Even when you drive me crazy

Man i always fuck up
Everytime we make up
But you always ridin for me girl
Cause you my day one
And uhh
You know
I gotta special place for you
And now i gotta song imma always play for you

You could be my little betty crocker
Cooking in the kitchen with da cakey
Let me ponder
Let me hit it from da back back back
Let me show you how we spend it
When we get these bandz
Let me show you how i strech it
Like a fuckin rubberband
Once you see how i get it
You goin be more then a fan
You goin love my shit
And when we break up
You going say fuk love
Cause you miss my shit
Yea you miss my

Eww call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea
Need that kind of love
That's gonna make you wanna die for me
Ride or die for me yea ride or die
Call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea
Call me to tell me you love me you miss me
Yea yea

You depressed and i hate that shit
Wanna little bit of this
And little bit of that
So ima get that shit
Imma bless my bitch
Then coress my bitch
Get you everything you want and just
Set my

Let me hit it from da back back back
Let me show how we spend it
When we get these bandz
If any body call you bitch they going catch these handz
Imma make that shit clap clap clap
Like im 69
I go insane when it comes to my baby
So plz dont try to play me
I get crazy wit da 80
Thats why i dont fuck with basics
Fastest in the world
Thats like runnin wit no laces
Im stuck to you like tape
But im tapless
Yea yea
Let me get all in ur mess
Dont make me go go go
Crazy like im tazz
Peep the H on my belt thats hermes
And i heard she got a man
but thats all part of the plan plan plan

You could be my little betty crocker
Cooking in the kitchen wit da cakey
Let me ponder
Let me hit it from da back back back
Let me show how we spend it
When we get these bands
Let me show you how i strech it
Like a fucking rubber band
Once you see how i get it
You goin be more then a fan
You goin love my shit
And when we break up
You goin say fuck love
Cause you miss my shit
Yea you miss my