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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket
Star Treck fly, unidentified flying
Extraterrestrial Im all my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack
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 whip Martin but the first name
Potato head niggas get when Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the and shower niggas with flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

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

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama make me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You aint doing it big and broke kidding me
Your whip 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 Joker so you I smash your ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got insurance cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck, 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 finger hot
His pitch cause the nigga flop
My hit, like the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em like hay in the
Hey wait say money talks
And, man you dont at all
You shop at
My style two thumbs up, like using
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flame
I pictures
Tyga aint drippin