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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 my decimals
in the booth, they 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 in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when they
Call my whip Martin but the first name
Potato head niggas get mashed Im spazzin
Think you with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
This rap shit is
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Hollygrove Black
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
That would me
Try Maybach or
I got stacks, yeah
Paychecks on
And I still want
And I still play that
I kill on
And you do shit but get money all day
Put shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Mula, Young Money all day
the drugs so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you drama Im honoured
I blitz your ass, a muthaficking lineman
of paychecks, with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, a old 49er
shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint me to make homies
She made me to history
So doing thats my activity
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
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 ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
Leave the club with ya girl, her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
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 licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga
My hit, like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton
She dropped drawers cause she off
Her cross guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking 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 analogues
I shit, for the recognition bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I melt
Tyga aint drippin