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the Lambo with the paint
Offsets what you thank dripping paint
I go hard for a check
I'm the Rubberman like T.I. in the V.I. getting he high who can see I
I

the porch (yeah), you niggas went the safe route
Stash by a safe house, money in way out (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Louis V, my shorts (ayy), swim trucks,

our life. 
Stay quiet, know your place, this past week has been a disgrace. In temple today, you’ll not show your face! 
V32 Fanny 
I’m sorry Ezra,

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

My first hundred P's in the whip, can barely fit in there (woo)
Ten stacks of tens stacked in rubber bands (bands)
Fives, tens, and twenties, my

Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about

Shouldn’t be any mothers crying in their beds
One,two,three,four,five,six dead
Why is there all this bloodshed
Rather spread a culture of love instead
Because

mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much

mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much

I Get Money

Lil' Flip

I Need Mine

2007

ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I

like a thriller
5 from the back to the one the was the killer,
4 from the sides, I am silver back gorilla
They never call me out, cuz I'm a skull crusher

ALL OUT IN THE NUMBERS
(Words and Music by Armin Sabol, Published by Shiva Songs Edition)

THEY SAY THAT ONE’S THE BEGINNING AND THE VERY END
TWO IS

tangerines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Doo, doo doo
A wond'rous apparition provided by a magician
Doo,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Up in the club with my glass of lemonade
I make music for the streets
But man don't serenade
I roll with the rest of
The UK

children, uh
Know it's a riot when I'm in the, uh
Bands up (Ugh)
I just woke up, got my bands up
Hands up (Bitch)
That's a choppa, and a handcuff
Brace us

Yuh
Yuh
It's coldknightz
I got twenty four bands shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Don't even know me covered in gold, just like a trophy
I need

is four for a pound
Y'all need cream
That's equivalent to a sixteen
See, when I'm rappin' I'm trappin'
Wasn't really good, well, subtract
Then I'm

always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm

What It's Gonna Be

Gucci Mane

Street Certified, Vol. 1

2005

Come in to leave throwin' money high 
Don't care where it reach 
Spend 2 G's a week on haircuts 
Like 4, 5, 6 sometimes a week 
These girls petrified

see me in the
Swing I'm in my best place
Scope 4-5 and the 9 with the best aim
RIP to BIG cause he dying on his death date
Ready for mine, steady with

damn, really by a broad (Really)
Rolling in a stollie, with that forty, feeling sporty
Rebels rolling, like the sixties, in a stollie (Hehehahaha)
Homie,

I'm never rapping 4 free
I chase them bands ain't no sleep
I chase them bands in my sleep 
I know they depending on me
Ima boss I put you on yo feet 
I

Bitch, Look
I just got me a paycheck (oh yuh!)
Gotta hide all my bands in the basement (yuh yuh)
And she want me to spray on her tits
Not talking

band way back in the 20s.  I worked there
with him plum until he went out on the road by hi'self … and it cut me out
again.  And then I started working