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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 my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you is crack addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when passin
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
Potato head get mashed when Im spazzin
Think you fucking with me put cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless 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, back in it
Hollygrove menace
clothes, Black tennis
semi,
Ive sat in Hemi
would offend me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
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 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 drama Im
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
of paychecks, with a whole bunch of commas
Still red, like a old 49er
Fuck on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my activity
boy, and the Target is the Industry
Two I Love in the World, Good Head and Victory
You aint it big and broke stop kidding 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 smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy
is a gamble, but its my casino
Pretend that your the loser, I that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima it
And all you ass rap niggas dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but still
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 the nigga flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
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 it done
The rocky shit we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money
And, man you speak at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, like using
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you niggas flicker
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin