Rock Da Mic lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Lil' Wayne talking]
Itz the SQAD, yea, yea, itz the Sqad, ya know
Itz the Sqad, ya know, yea , yea

[Chorus]
Itz Weezy, ya know
And Raw Dizzy
U know who we iz
U don't who we iz..then
All of yall should sqad up ya'self
And if you don't like it you can f*ck ya'self

[Raw Dizzy]
Itz feelz good when i'm after him
I'm young black azz slim
I'm click clat at him fo' practicin'
A brand new platnium whip, wit factories rims
b*tches never smack up them
They get they asses in
I'm dizzy, hot lyrics, i spit it
Nope, i'm not kiddin'
The boys hot-rific
You might see me ridin' in Tahoes
Flyin' wit models, sippin' on Heinkein bottles
Watchin' channels
Family thick like the Sopranos
Wit mo' bread than MacDonalds
In a whip fully dressed like systic primals
Like i'm a....u gotch yours..gotta have cheese like i'm nachos
I'm dizzy, the raw-diculous
Thatz the sh*t
Cause i been had what it takes to whip this b*tch up
And..anyone who f*cks wit Young Nut
Get a 12 gauge shotgun pump thru ya gutz
.yeeeaaa..
[Lil' Wayne]
Itz Weezy and his crew
The S-Q
And we know what to do
To go and get and get the loot
Yea..still watch how u goof around dude
Cause the dude still broom and move the whole room
Oohhh..

[Chorus 2x]

[Young Yo]
Yo, U know
Stupid hoe
No i ain't cha daddy b*tch
n*ggas sittin' in da caddy b*tch
And you better have my dough when u get at me b*tch
Young Y-O
The boy is back
b*tch like Too Short, i wuz born to mac
With the throwback jersey, wit the fitted to the back
20's on the coupe
Man i did it like that
(he did like that!!)
I'll do it again
Good pus*y make paper
The dude a pimp
I'm a player to the heart
Gang to the head
Straight to the bed
Do it straight to the head
S - Q- A to the D till i'm dead
Been lookin' for a pimp, b*tch holla at red
U heard whut i said
Know open up ya legz
And make Weezy money spread
[Chorus 2x]

[Lil' Wayne]
Big 20's on the whip look slick
Leather seats, tele-v's, extra keys
My brotha fee-fee probably out wit cha chick
And bring her home if her mouth game sick
Don't get me wrong
I'm the don of the click
A hotboy, i stand alone in this biaatchh
My Glock toy all chrome
Click...clicckk
Sqad wit a chick
Check my tires as i ride by ya quick
Check my air hole tech
Make me give ya azz a air hole neck
And we only f*ck wit ya girl fo' that hoe neck
Guess what
Sqad up
Baby thatz so next
Cash Money, lil'whizzle
Off glass, 500 degreez
Young Money
Money Young is a team
And the money ain't as young as it seem
Dollaz comin'
S-Q..weezy
Holla..i'm comin'
[Chorus 2x]
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