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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special
Sicker than average, you rappers is ass backwards
spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn 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 reckless when say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove Black
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That offend me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I want payback
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
Where the drugs so sweet, like on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole on ya
F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint me to make homies
She me to make history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her with an ashy face
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but starving
Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
Crank up the
Burn the song from a
Its finger hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga
My hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I dont at all
I smash in the car, fuck the fucking law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The shit that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey wait they say money
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My two thumbs up, like using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I melt
Tyga aint drippin