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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified objects
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the in
Pretty bitches damn near when they passin
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
Think you fucking me put your cash 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, back in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I dont play that
I on ASAP
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
Where the so sweet, like honey on yay
one of yall say, you want drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking
Stack of paychecks, with a whole of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to history
So doing thats my activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint doing it big and stop kidding me
whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Cathy
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
Love is a gamble, but its my
that 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 dying with it
Im so harlem, but still starving
fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, like the was soft
Niggas balled
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The rocky that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My style two up, like using analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
Tyga skin drippin