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(Gudda Gudda)

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

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive never sat in
That would me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I dont play that
I kill on
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money 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, a whole bunch of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to make
She made me to make
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and hoes look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll slap ya
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas with it
Im so harlem, eating but 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 pitch flip the nigga flop
My shit hit, like the pitch was
Niggas balled
She dropped drawers cause she 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 make it
The shit that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you speak at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like using
I shit, for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin