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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im the grass in
Pretty bitches near feint when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put your in
Nah I it
I was young and when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
would offend me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I still play that
I on ASAP
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my now they runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

aint make me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
at me sideways, my money'll slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I that she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
Crank up the
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its finger hot
His flip cause the nigga flop
My hit, like the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky shit we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin drippin