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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is addicts
The simple
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint they passin
Call my Martin but the first name Aston
Potato niggas get mashed when 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 is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the and shower niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still want
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put some shoes on my now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Young all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
of paychecks, with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to make
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying 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
up the notch
Burn the song a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers she poppin off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The rocky shit we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
Tyga skin aint